Nasti Weather, true to her allusion, comes in many forms but you can usually hear her coming by the haunting heartfelt howls or those underbelly bellows backed by the simple strumming of her banjo and whoever takes the stage with her that day. Driven by a sound that might resemble jazz, rock, some kind of folk or the blues depending on the setting, song and company; her lyrics carry with them a catharsis, a well lit darkness and a little white flag you can wave to yourself.