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Song(s) of the Day: Cross Record – Licorice, PYSOL My Castle

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  Cross Record is a project from the Austin, TX artist Emily Cross. To call her new self-titled album experimental would be besides the point. It seems more a visual and psychological demonstration than musical exploration. Cross seems determined and resigned all at once: determined to stick with nearly monotonic trajectories, and resigned to the fact that her determination is the far stronger demon than any other on her shoulder. It makes the odd flourishes of the music almost joyous, …

Song of the Day: My Morning Jacket – I Will Be There When You Die

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  New and old are highly relative terms. The Earth is likely not old compared to the atoms in that egg you ate this morning. But regardless of how you look at it, My Morning Jacket has news: it’s the 20th Anniversary of The Tennessee Fire and the band has reissued the album for the occasion. I still cannot believe how people could qualify this as “alternative” country. Unless one uses “alternative” as a code for cynical, it is not …

Song of the Day: Clairo, Bags

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  Although bedroom pop is definitely the first descriptor that could be employed here, “Bags”, from Clairo‘s debut album Immunity, does not seem as shallow and facetious as some of the other Gen Z offerings on the plate. Coming directly off of her viral-fame by way of “the internets”, you would be forgiven for granting her license to some vapidity. But “Bags” is in fact a very solid track. Sure, there is a lack of urgency permeating all that teenage …

Song of the Day: Of Monsters and Men – Alligator

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  It has honestly been years since I’ve listened to Of Monsters and Men. My instinctual reaction was a shocking reminder of that temporal alienation. Two of their new singles, “Wars” and “Wild Roses”, are as far-removed from the jangling, cobblestone path of folk goodness of “Lakehouse” as presidential tweets are from essays on the principles of responsible governance. This is, of course, my fault for not keeping up. Have I really aged so much to lose both my hearing …