“I’ll be back,” he announced and then stepped outside through the back door, not at all interested in Moses Jones’ pending story about his nan, which was a shame because it was worth the wait. A brick held the emergency door open for anyone that needed a smoke. Jenny had ...
This may be my #13 record for 2014, but it’s #2 for bringing the feels. The solo project of Liz Harris specializes is slow, sultry jams with emotional weight and shit. Normally I don’t go in for the sad-sack feels, but Liz Harris wraps it in a bow with lots of sparkles and ...