Rebecca Schiffman’s fourth album kicks off with a nine-minute epic — a nervy opening move in these days of ever-decreasing attention spans. But it’s a gamble that pays off beautifully, as Before the Future’s remarkable title track unspools like a bittersweet indie flick from the 1990s . . .
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