We paint someone with a flag, culture, or ideology and it suddenly becomes much easier to seek their destruction.
You don’t go see a 3-hour-long cinematic adaption of Inuit legends that are thousands of years old, and just immediately know what you think of it.
Blacklisted combines elements of country, goth, and punk to make a twangy mix that fires up and fades away.
Considering the spacious, trippy sounds that Suntan have taken a liking to, there’s not a lot of experimentation going on here.
Few bands have so skillfully connected the aesthetic dots between sadcore and chamber pop.
Despite all of the processing and digitization, an incredible amount of organic warmth emanates from this album.
Despite the shadows cast by the album’s reserved polish, it is a credit to Carlton that her panache rises to the surface.
Piano Magic picks up right where This Mortal Coil left off.