The Weather Station Silently Grapple with the End on Their Devastating New Record
On the companion piece to last year’s Ignorance, the Weather Station creates a piano-based record just as existentially anxious but anchored by quietude.
On the companion piece to last year’s Ignorance, the Weather Station creates a piano-based record just as existentially anxious but anchored by quietude.
On Time to Melt, Sam Evian swaddles the malaise of 2020 in a blur of groove-indie experimentation, cementing himself as one of indie’s foremost songwriters.
Plucking chords with steel-tipped determination, Buffalo Nichols brandishes his songs with the worn sentimentality that has had many scarred souls in lonely bars crying into their beers.
Connie Smith and her colleagues might be historians, but they bring old Nashville impressively into the present with The Cry of the Heart.
Sky Blue is raw and deceptively simple thereby creating the space for Townes Van Zandt to remind listeners of his musical prowess and emotional sagacity.
After 19 years of silence, Royal Trux returns rejuvenated and unleashes an old-school, energetic, and fun ride in White Stuff.
Jason Pierce’s latest And Nothing Hurt is a kind of condensed greatest hits of the greatest merits of Spiritualized.
Kadhja Bonet carefully chooses how much of her the world can know. In doing so, she remains weightless, an artist ephemeral, even as her genre-resistant music makes a serious sonic impact.