Album of the Week

Dirges, drones, death, and doom can be oddly uplifting.

Phoebe Bridgers, Julien Baker, and Lucy Ducas are boygenius and that alone was enough information for me to know this record would end up here.

Industrial funk with badass grunt.

Is Pop a dirty word?

“abstract industrial beauty”

You had me at cello.

Sorry’s album Anywhere But Here has been bringing a smile to my face and twisted skip to my step since its release last year.

Manic energy.

Howl.

“a synaesthetic acid bath”

A few moments into Meg Baird’s Furling and you’ll want to roll up in its shimmering beauty and stay long after the record ends.

We Are Sent Here By History was released in 2020 but it only recently landed in Barn. And I thank my lucky stars.

I try, I really do, to pick music that my dear friend Stephen Mejias has not covered in his weekly #NewMusicFriday column because there’s so much great new music I don’t want to make it seem otherwise. Sometimes, an exception is made.

I fell for Babehoven’s Sunk EP, released last March, and their debut LP Light Moving Time digs in even deeper.

It’s hard not to believe that our connections to certain music are nothing more than chance encounters that occur in transitory moments, flickering like a projector with missing slides until something clicks.

My father loved jazz guitar.

Outsider British folk troubadour Richard Dawson makes music to the beat of his own drummer.

A Blues is Boomkat‘s Album of the Year. Why?

Dreamy.

Without music, hifi is a prop. Pep up your step with some great new music! 42 from ’22.

Kindness. Cruelty. Seems like an easy choice yet some people make the wrong one over and over and over.

Music as spirit guide.