Riley! – To Live and Die in the American South | EP Review

Pure Noise Records

When explaining the peculiarities of the Southern identity, Flannery O’Connor wrote: “Whenever I'm asked why Southern writers particularly have a penchant for writing about freaks, I say it is because we are still able to recognize one.” The freakish nature of the South is all-encompassing, one that swallows you whole rather than sneaking up behind you. It’s a region of endless mourning and gregarious myth. Frightening at times, apologetic in others, uncomfortable always. In their latest EP, To Live and Die in the American South, Riley! attempts to make peace with the anguish their home has wrought. 

Texas’ inclusion in the South has always been hotly disputed by those hailing from the Deepest parts of the region. They claim it’s too Western, too different from the culture found on South Carolina’s patios or in Georgia’s sunrooms. I have always disagreed with this perspective; Texas has the same ghosts in the attic as the rest of the South, the same violence as Louisiana, and the same mountains as Tennessee. I bring up this debate because Riley! is from the Rio Grande Valley, a place at the tip of Texas’ hooked end and near the same Gulf that borders Mississippi and Alabama, a place where the South legitimately meets the West, and To Live and Die in the American South connects them both. 

Beyond this connection, emo, a genre more classically found in the mid-Atlantic or the Midwest, is not necessarily the approach most musicians would utilize to encapsulate the feelings of decay and distress within the American South, but Riley! makes a staggering case for changing the tune. For years, Riley! has toiled away in the remains of the 5th wave emo scene, frustratingly stuck as an ‘if you know, you know’ band. The excitement of their last album Keep Your Cool on Counter Intuitive Records, turned Riley! into one of emo’s most reliable collections of Road Dogs, thanks to near-constant touring. Yet their success keeps climbing, on To Live and Die in the American South, an EP produced by Phillip Odom, the band breaks itself wide open through a raw examination of the complicated relationship the trio has with their home.

The first song on the EP, “Roll for Initiative,” begins with a question, “If I died right now, would I still haunt this house, or would it just rot with my body when I’m put in the ground?” It’s a question that veers the album directly into the literary territory of the Southern Gothic, a genre centered around inspecting the grotesque hauntings of the South. Vocalist and guitarist Ryan Bluhm answers the question for themselves: “I think I’m meant to live and die here, and there’s no way out.” This feeling of dread is threaded through every song on the EP. The conceit of the song, firmly entering it into the Southern Gothic, is Bluhm’s admittance, “There’s nowhere else I’d rather die.” It’s the heart of the genre, a disgust for home infused with an unshakeable feeling of belonging.

Cesar “Izzy” Izaguirre and Kris Gallardo’s rhythm plays “Roll for Initiative” out, leading into the quieter “Another Round of Radical ‘Ritas, Please.” The rot felt in the prior song returns, but instead of the secrecy of experiencing misery in private, this song puts those feelings in front of an audience. Tades Sanville of Hot Mulligan, a writer contending with similar topics of self-hatred and grief, joins in over Izzy’s pounding drums. 

Across this EP, Riley! utilize an arsenal of familiar voices with similar expressions of introspection to deepen the emotionally wrought work. On the next track, the deceptively upbeat “Two Bucks,” a song about feeling useless, one of the angriest, most suspicious voices in the Emo world appears: Eric Egan of Heart Attack Man. It’s an unguarded, honest song; Bluhm and Egan agree that they are both just ghosts. Gabe Wood of saturdays at your place has long studied the impact of his own actions in song, making him the perfect pick for “Backseat Bartender.” Across Bluhm and Gallardo’s intricately woven riffs and basslines, Wood and Bluhm beg someone to crawl into their head and find what’s wrong. 

The final song of the EP, “73 Summer,” catches Bluhm in a moment of grief. For a record contending with the wretchedness life can inflict, it only makes sense to end on the aftermath of death. The band gives the questions within the lyrics plenty of room to linger, creating a specter looking back. In that same quote about the Southerner’s natural predisposition to identifying a freak, O’Connor added that “Ghosts can be very fierce and instructive. They cast strange shadows, particularly in our literature.” The ghost Bluhm is speaking to is made present by their words and the song's ferocity. The shadow may be strange, but it’s familiar.

The final bit of the O’Connor quote referenced throughout all of this is the notion that “It is when the freak can be sensed as a figure for our essential displacement that he attains some depth in literature.” Riley! achieves this in 17 minutes on To Live and Die in the American South. The admissions and frustrations put to song on this EP breathe familiarity into feelings of freakiness, making them whole. Riley! may feel tied to the American South and all of the internal strife it creates, but this is the place that made them, for better or worse. 


Caro Alt (she/her) is from New Orleans, Louisiana, and if she could be anyone in The Simpsons, she would be Milhouse.

Hurry – Zoned Out | Album Review

Lame-O Records

I didn’t notice how much broken glass was strewn across my neighborhood until I got a dog. Once I got an animal and needed to worry about it, I started to see glass everywhere. Almost immediately, I went from being totally ignorant to uncomfortably aware. 

I had a similar thing happen with power pop. For most of my life, I didn’t really know what power pop was. Sure, I’d come across it from time to time—“Surrender” in Guitar Hero II, “My Name is Jonas” in Guitar Hero III: Legends of Rock, etc.—but I hardly noticed it, and I certainly never thought about it categorically. Then, I started perusing music Twitter regularly, where it felt like every third post was about the genre. Suddenly, power pop was everywhere. I’d hit a bar and Teenage Fanclub would be blasting over the speakers. I’d walk into a thrift store and trip over a box of Dave Edmunds records. Out of nowhere, my uncle started talking to me about the dBs. Once again, I’d gone from totally ignorant to uncomfortably aware. 

Somewhat serendipitously, both of these shifts came around the same time, with me growing fond of Nick Lowe’s “I Love the Sound of Breaking Glass” right as I was beginning to despair at the sight of it. This also synced up pretty perfectly with the release of an album called Don’t Look Back from the band Hurry, which quickly became my favorite thing to listen to as I walked the streets and shepherded my dog away from shattered Miller Lites. To be honest, I’d say that record, more than anything, is probably what drove my budding interest in power pop; if there was more music out there that sounded like that, I wanted to know about it. Now, three years later, both my dog and my understanding of power pop have matured, the glass situation remains unchanged, and we have a new Hurry record. 

As much as I loved Don’t Look Back, I have to say that Zoned Out is an even better record, and a lot of that has to do with synths. The heavy lifting that synths are doing here is kind of deceptive. Make no mistake, this is still a guitar-first record, but directly beneath that are synth lead lines that are secretly drawing your ear and supporting a ton of the best melodies throughout the album. 

The first track, “All Sunk In,” is maybe the best example of this. The song starts with a nice, crunchy guitar; the vocals come in, and soon the full band enters. For that first minute or so, you’re rocking out with (what seems like) a classic four-piece power pop guitar rock configuration, but when the chorus hits, you hear this high synth lead line get elevated from the background to the midground. As the guitar parts converge and become more stationary, this synth keeps moving around and is really the platform that the main vocal melody is working off of. We also get this secondary benefit of that line disappearing to make room for the guitar solo after the chorus, which makes it feel like the lead guitar is Kyrie Irving calling for an iso—really great stuff. 

Another place where the synth is a secret MVP is on the closing solo of the record’s lead single, “Zoned Out.” Here, instead of clearing out to make room for the guitar lead, the synth joins it, creating more of a Lob City situation. Because the synth is fairly clean and essentially doubles what the guitar is doing, it leaves an opening for the guitar tone to get way nastier than it could otherwise. Then, when that falls away during the last repetition of the clean chorus, the contrast makes it feel extra dreamy, allowing it to fully wash over you. 

Looking at things on a more macro level, “Just Fine” is the track that I found myself going back to the most. It has my favorite hook on the record, with Matt Scottoline singing, “Do you believe me, baby? That I’m not turning back. / Do you believe me, baby? I’m staying on the track / I keep saying I’m not turning back.” One reason this hits so hard is that the song's verses are about how things in this relationship are totally alright, then everything fully cuts out before we launch into that chorus, which is such a great articulation of projected self-doubt. On top of that, it’s a total earworm, boasting the kind of melody that power pop is all about. 

On “Complications,” we see these themes furthered, this time as more of an inward meditation on that same self-doubt. “I’ve got no time for reflection / I can’t retreat into my mind,” Scottoline sings, “We’ve had our fill of conversations baby / I know I shouldn’t be surprised.” It’s a natural progression of the feelings expressed in the chorus of “Just Fine,” with the angst caused by those projections more fully realized. 

To get even more macro here, let’s talk about how Zoned Out fits into power pop as a whole. If you end up in the corners of the internet that first attracted me to the genre, half of what you’ll find is arguments about what is and isn’t power pop. This is something I’ve thought about quite a bit myself, and it was certainly on my mind while listening to Zoned Out. My personal criteria is referential and abstract in a way that may make it unhelpful, but I’m going to share it with you here anyway. 

The Fountains of Wayne b-side compilation Out-Of-State Plates starts with a clip from NPR where rock critic Ken Tucker proclaims “Hip-hop, country music, and post-grunge squall can take a partial summer vacation. I’m applying some #45 sunblock and putting up a sign saying: ‘gone fishing for power pop’.” When I think about what power pop is, that's what I think of. To me, power pop sounds like something you’d find jumping out of the water at your local lake; music that makes it feel like the sun’s beating down on you. That’s how I feel when I listen to “Starry Eyes” by The Records or “Black and White” by The dBs—the two most down-the-middle examples of power pop I’m able to provide. It’s what keeps me coming back to these songs by lovesick artists who seem to wish rock music hadn’t strayed so far from the template the Beatles provided us with back in the 60s. There've been a lot of great power pop and power pop-adjacent records put out in recent years, but none have done more to deliver that specific feeling to me than Zoned Out. Beyond anything technical about production or sage about the lyrics, that’s really what sticks with me here. 

Put even more succinctly: power pop is the best genre and Zoned Out is masterfully executed power pop. Use the transitive property, and that should tell you all you need to know.   


Josh Ejnes is a writer and musician living in Chicago. He has a blog about cassette tapes called Tape Study that you can find here, and he also makes music under the name Cutaway Car.

knitting – Souvenir | Album Review

Mint Records

When you don’t know who you are, it’s easy to let the world drown out the part of your brain that can tell something is wrong. You know the corner of your mind that whispers things you’d rather ignore, don’t you? The one that questions if the gender you were given is the right one. Or if you hurt that loved one. Or if you need a new job or new friends or a new city. It is so quiet compared to the noise from outside, that’s just what happens when you need repression to keep yourself alive. But no matter what happens outside you or how much you actively try to silence that nagging feeling, it will always linger. That voice is all over Souvenir by knitting. 

knitting first appeared as the bedroom project of Mischa Dempsey in 2021 with their self-titled Bandcamp tape before expanding into a full band for 2024’s Some Kind of Heaven. That record demonstrated how, even with more minds contributing to each track, Dempsey’s writing could still grow more insular. Their sophomore album, Souvenir, has an even narrower focus on Dempsey's perspective, and the result is a record of patient indie rock capable of subtle devastation. 

The core of these songs is Dempsey’s singing, a solipsistic murmur that crawls through the mix like that whisper in your ears. Even when the music rises, as we hear on the chorus of lead single “I Want To Remember Everything,” their voice remains steady, untroubled by the emotional turbulence around them. Dempsey’s voice is emblematic of the philosophy that underpins these songs, one that they explain plainly on the chorus of “Sunrise,” in which they sing, “I’m trying everything to reach / Another version of me beneath / Layers of static and latency / I’m underground, and I need relief.” Figuring yourself out is a Sisyphean task to begin with, but when your entire emotional world is engulfed in external complicators, that task becomes less about getting the boulder to the top of the hill and more about finding the peace to keep it in place. Or as Dempsey puts it on “Here Comes,” “on and on the world spun / and shook me up.”  

One of my favorite songs on Souvenir is “Shuffle,” for how Dempsey grapples with the difficulties that come with realizing you need to move from passivity. The opening lines “told me / to go easy on myself / I said I’m not sure where to start,” are, for a girl who has avoided therapy for years, far too relatable. How do you unwrap all the layers of repression? How do you address the fears of something bad happening when “we were laughing / with reckless abandon”? That fear comes up again on “I Wasn’t Fully Cooked,” a song built around Dempsey asking if their existence is anything but a tree falling in a forest with no one around to hear it. Is your pain still valid? Can you even claim to be a person when no one acknowledges you? Those are the questions you ask when “[you] can only see / with the aperture of a child.”

My other favorite song here is “Sequel.” The first verse into the chorus sounds so seductive as Dempsey coos that they know assistance is an option, and that not every problem can be fixed alone. The rest of the song captures how hard it is to pretend like you don’t need help. My favorite moment is when they switch up from “if I called, you would come” in the first chorus to “I am not so innocent” in the second. 

When Souvenir closes on “Exit Desire,” Dempsey is alone. After a record spent swaddled in the mix by their bandmates, it all ends with Dempsey singing, “‘cause I know I gotta leave, but I’m not sure where to go” with nothing but a single guitar and the occasional synth. Throughout its runtime, Souvenir vividly documents the difficulties of prioritizing yourself, and it ends with the greatest challenge of all: that we’ll never really know which way to go. But that is the beauty of life; there is no right choice except the one that you believe in. If you’re searching for some path or a reason for life, Souvenir can help you extricate that voice. If you’re still ignoring that whisper, these songs can help you hear what you need.   


Lillian Weber is a fake librarian in NYC. She writes about gender, music, and other inane thoughts on her substack, all my selves aligned. You can follow her on Insta @Lilllianmweber.

Emperor X – Unified Field | Album Review

Bar / None

Emperor X, real name Chad Matheny, is an incredible example of how algorithms fail us. Look anywhere in his discography and be amazed. Uncategorizable, extremely versatile, massively talented, and underplayed. Seriously, you could pick any work from his Bandcamp and be treated to a completely new idea that doubles as a masterclass in DIY music. Until today’s release, my favorite work of Emperor X was his EP on transportation infrastructure improvements, although his 10,000-Year Earworm to Discourage Settlement Near Nuclear Waste Repositories was a strong runner-up. If we all lived our lives half as intentionally as this guy does, we very seriously might solve our problems.

In addition to being a long-time musician in the indie-punk-emo-DIY scene, Matheney is an accomplished producer and oversees a jazz club in Berlin. Earlier this year, he produced Brian Sella’s debut solo album (reviewed right here by yours truly), and both bands hit a five-date run of shows together in March. The two originally toured together way back in 2013, laying the groundwork for this rekindling over a decade later. In one final tidbit, when Emperor X and Sella announced their respective albums, they dropped their first singles on the same day. On both LPs, you hear fully actualized artists wielding years of sharpened talent and percolated thought.

Unified Field is devastating, exhilarating, and ultimately hopeful. The majority of the album was written and recorded in Ukraine, spurred by what Emperor X calls an “aesthetic emergency.” In the release announcement, he explains, “I had a strong instinct that the record would come out better, and be more meaningful, if I did it with my friends who also lived their lives under fire.” It’s safe to say that instinct was correct. This album is one of Matheny’s most produced public-facing works and comes at a time when we need clear, strong voices in art and the world.

Before talking about the tracks, we’ve got to talk about the album title. Emperor X says the name “Unified Field” is a loose reference to David Lynch and Transcendental Meditation. It’s important to point out that the album is bookended by songs named “Unified Field” and “Also Unified Field.” In the first, Emperor X brings us into the scope of this work and in the chorus insists “in the unified field / materials collapse / into a unified field / materials collapse.” In the final song, we hear a portion of the opener, but without Emperor X. This last song is the world we leave behind, the echoes of our impact in life. 

Matheney uses “unified” in the sense of being globally connected, having a shared future on this planet, and eventually being reduced to the same raw materials. It took me a lot of listens to internalize why that’s important to the album, but ultimately it boils down to the pointlessness of conflict. Seriously, we are more technologically advanced than we’ve ever been before, more “productive” than at any time in human history, and more entertained than at any point in the past. And still, we fight, we militarize borders, and we underreact as we slip into more extreme climate change. To me, that’s what this album is about—that slip, that apathy, that impending destruction. More than that, it’s about the possibility to change, to rally together, and to encourage one another. All of that AND awesome instrumentation—what a bargain.

Photo by Carly Hoskins

When Lynch evoked the idea of a “unified field” in Twin Peaks, it was used to emphasize two things: one was the Greek idea of the muses—revelatory thoughts brought to individuals seemingly from nowhere and nothing, much like Dale Cooper’s sometimes ridiculous investigative methods. The other is the balance of light and dark. Lynch was told by a “scientist” that these concepts are intrinsically related to quantum fluctuations in a field permeating the universe, which anyone can reach through meditation courses at the low, low introductory price of $1,000. That “scientist” was Dr. Chris Hagelin, who, despite having serious mathematical proficiency and a legitimate work history, believes you can literally connect your mind to this field and influence the world by meditating. What Emperor X is singing about is something different. You can tell because the refrain “In the unified field / materials collapse” uses some language that doesn’t appear in Lynch’s public remarks. 

Right about here, I should mention I’m graduating with my Ph.D. in experimental particle physics this fall. In popular culture, when someone says “The Unified Field,” they’re typically referring to a theory of everything, i.e., a single equation that governs all fundamental particles. That’s what Transcendental Meditation is about: paying some bizarre company to teach you how to connect your mind to that equation. If you can’t tell from my tone, that equation doesn’t exist, and they’re using scientific language to grift. 

The idea of everything coming together is beautiful and has broad artistic license, but it is extremely difficult to test. If you want some more science background, you can check out my blog post here. The part of that artistic license that Emperor X is using is indistinguishability (unification) at high energy. At the end of “Feeling Nothing,” we get the line “hold my hand as we vaporize / feeling nothing.” This preoccupation with destruction and technology is interwoven with religion, responsibility, and citizenship throughout the album. Some examples include: being gifted a religious icon, burning a passport, staring at screens, mistaking radio signals for the voice of god, and on and on.

In the lead single “Praise Jesus! Hail Reagan!” Emperor X uses this fiery energy to call out the zealotry of pseudo-religious churchgoers who unthinkingly rebuke the teachings of their prophet in favor of Reagan’s beliefs. Improvements in technology, such as radio, television, and the internet, have made it easier to spread all kinds of messages, including propaganda. This has led to, among other types of grifters, televangelists running pay-for-salvation models of remote worship. Transcendental Meditation follows this same model, and the main message isn’t for anyone to actually do anything, because, as Emperor X sarcastically sings in an adapted worship song, “my feelings bear the weight of moral sanction / and that all we have to do / is praise Jesus, spread the gospel.”

An important component of Emperor X’s presentation is his sense of humor, found in the mocking guitars of “Ostrich Toss,” the premise of “Pissing with the Flashlight On,” and the browser game accompanying “Superbus.” I personally can’t get further than the WFMU stage, but I keep trying because I love the lo-fi instrumental version of the song that plays in the game. In the actual song, I’m like 90% sure the piano you hear at the end of Superbus is the exact same one used at the end of Well I Mean. Together with “Cybertruck,” these songs transition the album from religion into technology and the human cost of it all.

SCREENSHOT OF SUPERBUS GAMEPLAY

On “A Mouthful of Increasingly-Dangerous Substances,” we get drowned in two ways. First by ever-stronger toxins, and then by rising water levels. None of this should be easy to swallow, yet year after year, we let glaciers melt and sea levels rise. In some ways, climate change would be easier to deal with if it weren’t so gradual. If the water weren’t boiling so slowly, maybe more of us would try to hop out of the pot. 

Emperor X describes tracking this song while vacationing in the Netherlands: “In idle moments, I found myself imagining what creeping sea level rise in a country that has always been half underwater would bring, and I began to believe with both hope and nausea that humans would adapt. There will be chaos and death along the coastlines and in the floodplains, but also something like a new normal in the lucky places that were prepared with bikes, dykes, windmills, and power pylons that could absorb the impact of the rising brine.”  

The hope and nausea that Emperor X describes are evident across the whole album. It’s difficult to see how bad climate change has already gotten and to know how much worse it will get if nothing changes. But what do you do with this knowledge? Who do you turn to? How do you put this anger into something that makes the world better? The rising lake in this song connects very neatly to the stock market in the following track, because market output is currently directly connected to global warming (thank you, industrial revolution and data centers).

Photo by Akhil Kodamanchili 

Line Go Up Line Go Down” is a biting, scathing, acid-boring critique of all of us, everyone. Everything in the world could fall apart tomorrow, and half of the American public would still try to go to the office. This track perfectly captures the public apathy at our own destruction, guided by the waxing and waning of the stock market. “To the middle of the Earth,” we will let business leaders destroy the world if it seems to be the will of the market. As a U.S. public, we are too polite. France whips our ass at protesting, and it’s because their government understands that its people hold the power, not corporations. We—you and I personally—need to shout as loud as Emperor X. This is the answer to the question asked in the previous song. We are not powerless, “not me, not her, and not you.”

Following up that political dirge with a palette cleanse, "Ostrich Toss” is my favorite track on the album. Silly as it may seem on first pass, if you pay attention to the dialogue, it’s not really lighthearted at all. The song starts with roommates bickering about climate change and has a really cute mocking guitar in the chorus: “If you’re so mad, what are you gonna do about it?” Among the roommates’ escalating aggressions, one brings an ostrich home, and the other throws it off the roof. A week later, we realize the ostrich is the main character, setting a car on fire and driving the two terrified roommates together. The best lines of the album are “THE THINGS YOU BUILD ARE USELESS / AND THE THINGS YOU BURN ARE GOOD / YOU PUT YOUR FAITH IN CONCRETE / WHEN THE WORLD IS MADE OF WOOD.” The all-caps come from the liner notes, giving the ostrich the voice of an almighty entity as opposed to an animal, because it’s a stand-in for Mother Nature. We talk about global warming as though it will end the world, but really, all it will end is human civilization. The Earth does not care whether you, I, or any society lives to see tomorrow, and one can easily view global warming as the Earth sweating out an infection. In the infinite complexity of the natural world, the ostrich says, “I CHOOSE NOT TO DESTROY YOU / I CAN SEE THAT'S WHAT YOU WANT / AND MY FORGIVENESS WILL ANNOY YOU / SO I FORGIVE YOU / FUCK YOU / FUCK YOU.”

This album makes me feel cataclysm and optimism. Despite this, I don’t hear any alarmism in Unified Field, just an honest artistic reaction to a heating world straining under “market forces.” There is as much global conflict today as there was during World War II. Part of this album is a relief valve for the frustration of waking up to new conflicts, new propaganda, and new lost futures. The other part is hope—the hope that we, as a species, are smart enough to read the past and predict the future. If we keep going like this, destruction is our future, but we have the choice for something else. And it is as simple as a choice. I’m not saying quit your job, abandon your family, or sell everything and find a bunker. I’m saying make a choice to do good in your community. The only control we have is in our communities, so you damn sure better be using it. Emperor X has been leading his own revolution for decades, and this album is an invitation to start yours.


Braden Allmond is a particle physicist and emo music enthusiast. He anticipates graduating from KSU in December with his Ph.D. in experimental high energy physics. When he isn’t writing his thesis, he’s data-scraping articles and books about emo music, making tables and graphs to interrogate and understand the genre.

Josaleigh Pollett – “Like a River” | Single Review

Audio Antihero

I was a wistful teenager in an era when being a wistful teenager all but required getting really into The Postal Service. During this time, I came to love the band’s story just as much as I did their sound, often fantasizing about the magic I might someday unlock working on music with a far-off collaborator. Then, I gave it a try. It was not magic. It was downloading a new version of Logic. It was receiving Sampler files with no sample. It was looking up how to roll back to an older version of Logic. It was, in short, excruciating. 

If nothing else, the experience left me with a deeper appreciation for artists who are able to excel while collaborating over long distances, which is one reason I’ve been very keen to hear Josaleigh Pollett’s new album, If I Let It Quiet. The record finds the Salt Lake City-based Pollett working with collaborator Jordan Watko under unfamiliar conditions, the pair now separated by a sea following Watko’s relocation to Japan. Though I doubt adapting to this situation came without growing pains, there aren’t any to be found on their newest single, “Like a River.” Pollett and Watko are perfectly in sync, with spaced-out synth percussion and swirling samples wrapping themselves around acoustic guitar and raw vocals in a sublime combination.

Because Pollett’s voice creates such a strong, engaging focal point, there’s plenty of room for the rest of the production to shift and play around without the song becoming disjointed. There are moments where the mostly clean lead vocal almost glitches to become part of the electric peripherals, but you always get snapped back out of the cyclone. The start of the fourth verse is particularly great, where one of the track’s more expansive soundscapes falls away to give us a pulsing bass rumble as Pollett sings the album’s title lyric, “If I let it quiet / Who am I if not my thinking?” It’s a mesmerizing moment, like having all the stage lights pulled save for one spotlight set on a masterfully delivered soliloquy.

These sectional shifts are perfectly timed and bring with them a sense of drama and gravity. All of it is impressive in its own right, but knowing that Pollett and Watkins were able to get on a wavelength like this while half the world away from each other is really incredible and only increases my anticipation to hear the rest of the record, due out this time next month.


Josh Ejnes is a writer and musician living in Chicago. He has a blog about cassette tapes called Tape Study that you can find here, and he also makes music under the name Cutaway Car.