
Waxahatchee’s Cerulean Salt Trades Bedroom Rawness for Full Band Without Losing Its Edge
A songwriter trades hollow bedroom rawness for full band arrangements, keeping memory's pain intimate and honest.


A songwriter trades hollow bedroom rawness for full band arrangements, keeping memory's pain intimate and honest.

A grim chronicle of a solitary record wherein a singer, armed only with guitar and voice, lays bare her soul to the world.

A look back at PJ Harvey's fourth album, where she plays every instrument herself, a record of power, control, and humiliation.

A loud indie rock record that hides real weight beneath its noise — a solid, ambitious album worth your time.

A solemn record of New York's modern vampires, grown old amid faith, doubt, and the city's own enduring embrace.

A band at its peak delivers a masterpiece of ambition, with highs so memorable they carry the whole record.

Fruit Bats try to mourn and celebrate at once on this record, a split personality that mostly pays off in its strongest moments.

A review of Fruit Bats' Spelled in Bones, a polished pop record that trades rough edges for comfort, weighing ambition against competence.

Fruit Bats settle into slow-burn storytelling on The Landfill, a ten-track record of quiet, literate rock.

A review of Parquet Courts' sprawling double album Sunbathing Animal, weighing its ambitious highs against its dense, uneven middle.