I suspend most of my regular aesthetic values when it comes to this season.
The best Christmas songs will get you joining impromptu choirs and crying into your eggnog.
Wild Flag’s debut album has taken women all the way to the top and proves they can write an album as uninspired, predictable, and shallow as any man.
(and on other modes of transport)
It doesn’t matter when songs were made. Just cause there’s a schedule of music coming out, doesn’t mean we listen to it today or even 10 years from now.
Not a note wasted, not a note pointlessly repeated.
Joanna Newsom, don’t think you’re getting some kind of genius pass.
This year, I’ve flitted from offering to offering like a bluebottle in a blocked toilet.
Just knowing that there’s music this good out there makes me feel thankful, relieved, and a little bit spoiled
I Love Lucy. Never just a review. Always a gorgeous, sensual, philosophical account of why music is so fucking important.