Amythyst Kiah — Dig

Amythyst Kiah is going to be famous. That’s the first thing Karen (of Karen and the Sorrows) told me, and when I heard her perform life this past Friday I knew it to be true. No less than Toshi Reagon…

Lynn Drury — Come To My House

When Paul Sanchez tells you that someone is the best rhythm guitarist they’ve ever played with, you pay attention. Due to the events referred to in my previous series, Your Twenties Are a Motherfucker, etc etc I’m only just now…

Cannondolls — Crumbs

If you want to win my heart, write a good murder ballad. I’m swooning over the Cannondolls’ “Bed on Fire.” In general, it’s a genre that I wish would be put to rest (so to speak), as it perpetuates a…

Chris Staples — Golden Age

Bill Waterson once famously noted that “People who get nostalgia about childhood were obviously never children.” Chris Staples (not to be confused with Chris Stapleton) seems to have applied that maxim to early adulthood in Golden Age (thus concluding our…

Lydia Loveless — Real

Moving forward with my series, Your Twenties Are a Motherfucker But It Probably Gets Worse (NB: I don’t personally think it does…at least not for a while…), there is no better conveyor of suck-titude than Lydia Loveless. I find Loveless’…

Courtney Marie Andrews — Honest Life

Courtney Marie Andrews has many accomplishments under her belt: playing with Damien Jurado, collaborating with Jimmy Eats World, touring internationally, producing the finest album of 2016 (this one.) She has one more important but dubious notch to add to her…