Born in the foliage of nowhere in particular, little bear was raised by a family of deer who taught her how to play the keyboard and brush her teeth. She grew up disproportionate and had to leave the herd. She traveled across the world in search of the most delicious apple, but found only soggy tarts and whitewashed discrepancies. To console her aching bloody heart pump, she wrote a collection of songs. Reminiscent of Regina Spektor, The Magnetic Fields, Pixies, and The Dresden Dolls.

"Seeing a Bambara set live is sorta like getting trapped in a long, dark corridor with the vague sensation that you are being followed by the thing that terrifies you most … so long as what you're scared of is experimental indie bands with a tendency to be mellow very loudly." - Weekly Dig Boston