Don’t pull your pants. Buy this album instead.
Kimbra. She’s like Lykke Li, only really fucking perky.
This talk of reverence and inheritance worries me. The idea that you should shut the fuck up because your progenitors haven’t yet been accorded their rightful due is so damn paralysing.
fluttering wing-movements and stuttering synth breaks and fluting woodwind and those stunning voices
There must be a ton of pissed-off Korn fans out there
Maybe you too aren’t lucky enough to exist within the reach of the post-No Age kids, and aren’t a Vice editor. Don’t be worried. Come enjoy this. Music to make you swoon.
The kitchen-sink clattering of Youth Novels has been replaced by enormous thunderous drums, multi-tracked heavenly choirs, and melodies that come in great trembling reverberations.
Sure, I’m as intrigued as anyone. She polarises. Much of me wants to hate her, for the preciousness that surrounds her, the way she receives accolades usually reserved for male artists – why is it never the other way around? – for her treatment of music as art. Someone is putting her in for the […]