Lewis' idiosyncratic gift makes it easy to picture her as the lounge act hidden in a Guillermo del Toro film or at the Roadhouse in Twin Peaks.
Once you get past the initial eccentricity, Lewis' whistling eventually becomes so familiar and immersive that her vocalizations feel as mundane as the soft crooning of a jazz singer.
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