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.
Ultimately, it’s too edgy to be a narcotic, too moody to use as background music, and frequently too beautiful to be ignored.
Music to make out to, I suppose. A collegiate version of Norah Jones.
This guy isn’t a PhD student for nothing.
This album makes me want to sell my guitars.