Out of Charlotte, North Carolina, Bibis Ellison dances around violent honesty, telling us of the "wonderful, horrible world" that keeps us awake at night without so much as a flinch. Vocally, she storms...powerful and raw for moments with a breath of soft, airy brilliance shoved in the mix.  She doesn't let us breathe. Lyrically, she's brutal, intelligent, enlightening and poetic without being mainstream-- talking casually about the taboo between songs and strangely putting all who so much as think about dismissing her at a curious ease- and by the end of the night you've forgotten how to blush. There's a mysterial completion to her work. Live, it's simply a girl, a strangely painted stool and an acoustic guitar--but the moment that she lets us inside, there's nowhere to go, nothing else to be heard and if you've any sense at all- she leaves you quivering for more. CT.  November, 2001
					"...Bibis' show was amazing. I've seen her perform a few times (6?), but this show was different. Everyone seemed more intent on the lyrics, on the performance, and on Bibis herself. The most amazing thing was the silence between lyrics and chords that was almost painful- an agonizing wait until the next stroke or verse. Everything would come to a complete standstill, where the most minute- and usually unnoticed- idiosyncratic motion would be amplified a thousand fold. You would just wait, in that painful silence, watching the movements of her lips in hopes that they would sing the next lyric; and the closing distance between her lips and the mic seemed to instill an uninterruptible power over the crowd- we were hypnotized. I think everyone that was there got a bit choked up by the show. I felt like I had to go home and cry into my pillow --- or at least take out my contacts. " Anonymous Concord, North Carolina
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