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The comfort-food song is her first from her forthcoming album, Chemtrails Over the Country Club.
over 3 years ago
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The landmark deal for the publishing rights to his entire songbook was reportedly over $300 million
about 3 years ago
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Read Sam Sodomsky’s review of the album.
almost 3 years ago
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Read Sam Sodomsky’s review of the album.
over 2 years ago
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Read Sam Sodomsky’s review of the album.
over 2 years ago
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Four new vinyl reissues offer a thrilling survey of Paddy McAloon’s
idiosyncratic journey as a pop songwriter.
almost 2 years ago
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Sufjan’s masterful new album recalls his intimate singer-songwriter days. But it also draws on his entire catalog, his dazzling musicality, and his lifelong inquiries about love and devotion.
4 months ago
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3 months ago
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On a private floor at the Strand bookstore in Manhattan, surrounded by rare editions and elaborate first pressings, John Darnielle opens his cheap notebook plastered with images of Bob Marley. He’s showing me drafts of the setlist for his solo performance the previous night, a wildly unpredictable airing of Mountain Goats deep cuts and fan favorites at a cozy venue in Brooklyn. In the same scribbly handwriting that once graced the covers of his cassette releases in the early 1990s are names of d…
3 months ago
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As he walks along the Manhattan Bridge, MJ Lenderman flashes a goofy smile whenever a subway train rumbles by underfoot. The soft-spoken songwriter’s grin conveys a sense of relief—that he doesn’t have to answer any questions as we wait for the clatter to fade. It also hints at his subtle sense of humor, an acknowledgement of the overwhelming inconvenience of something as banal as a passing Q train.
The 24-year-old has lived his whole life in Asheville, North Carolina, and he’s just in New York…
3 months ago
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As anticipation grows among the tightly packed audience at a recent Tomb Mold show in Toronto, the band’s self-curated, between-set playlist hits on a smooth, familiar voice. It belongs to Billy Joel, whose 1989 ode to manic depression, “I Go to Extremes,” elicits solemn nods and gentle foot-tapping from an excitable crowd of metal heads in vintage Suffocation T-shirts.
However incongruous it may seem, Joel’s song is an apt choice for a trio known for conjuring wild swings of emotions in their m…
3 months ago