In many ways, Deserted picked up right where 2016’s brilliant Sonoran Depravation debut left off. The imagery of the Sonoran desert – stretching desolately from Arizona across to California and all the way down to Mexico – is once again refracted through a twisted, blood-flecked lens. And...
In some ways the record is a return to his brazen approach to rapping: I picture saliva flying through teeth during the crescendo of “MASSA,” and sweat seeping into his ushanka amid the egotistical Kanye-isms of “CORSO.” But the lurid themes of his Odd Future days feel like fragments...
Kaveri gulped down the last of her coffee, stole a final glance at the world outside, and hurried to the kitchen. Her mother, Mrs. Sanyal, was already muttering complaints at lightning speed—her voice loud enough to overpower even the rumbling snores of Kaveri’s brother. Kaveri swept her...
The contrast between the rhapsodic instrumentals and Korkejian’s stoic, heavy-lidded alto draws out the disparity between what is felt and what is said when lovers part ways. Bedouine’s heroine stares wistfully at the night into which her bird has flown off, the echoes of their final ...
He never sways when he walks, like Dean Martin, nor does he ever dance in the aisles or jump up on tables, like Sammy Davis. CBS Archive A part of Sinatra, no matter where he is, is never there. There is always a part of him, though sometimes a small part, that remains Il ...
But I have no choice but to put up with him, otherwise I know he’s got ways to hurt me. Sandros doesn’t know all this, of course. He doesn’t know that the closeness between Durion and I is a ruse. He didn’t give me the opportunity to explain, neither the first time we ...
If it wasn’t for my stomach rumbling, I’d ignore the mouthwatering smell and continue to wait out here for Blaire. But as much as Colson frustrates me, he’s an incredible cook. There’s no denying it. It’s the only thing that keeps me in his presence willingly for any amount ...
But a deeper listen proves to be less light: “Always failed at the romantic/I did baroque badly,” Hval sings, with her characteristically calm caution, as the brightness subsides and coldness sets in. It is a somber reminder that things aren’t always what they seem or what we want ...
But in many ways, album opener “Location” is more true to form, a mood piece that’s equal parts triumphant and narcotic. The song is built around a sample of Allan Holdsworth’s jazz fusion classic “Endomorph,” which producer Harry Fraud treats like Silly Putty, pitching it up and ...
In some ways the record is a return to his brazen approach to rapping: I picture saliva flying through teeth during the crescendo of “MASSA,” and sweat seeping into his ushanka amid the egotistical Kanye-isms of “CORSO.” But the lurid themes of his Odd Future days feel like fragments...