Growing up, the anodyne American rock of the Eagles regularly soundtracked my weekends. Not by choice. Like many children up until a certain age, I...

I’ve reached the age when bands I adored in my budding youth have started celebrating the kinds of protracted milestones that glaringly underscore how much...

Fall is such a poetic reminder of life’s precious truth—namely, that it will end—so it felt like a spark of cosmic timing that Bon Iver‘s...

The year’s end always brings a flurry of lists rounding up and ranking 2024’s musical output. Amid the countless breakdowns—of songs and albums and artists—I...

Katy Kirby opened for Waxahatchee during stretches of her triumphant 2022 Saint Cloud tour—the album that soundtracked my early pandemic lockdown (and likely yours). I...

Earlier this fall, I walked away from my dream. After successfully relocating to Toronto not two years earlier, I moved back to the States. See,...

My hopeless romantic streak started young—we’re talking second grade—so by the time I turned 12, I was well-versed in the high drama of longing. I’d...

The waters cresting against the shoreline of my personality have, for the past four months, been receding. I can’t even describe to you the size...

I cannot shake this mounting sense of finality. Things are bleak on several fronts—geopolitically, environmentally, technologically—and alongside those tremors come study after study showing the...

Late one afternoon in mid-January, news about Pitchfork began trickling across Twitter before turning into a veritable flood. The screenshot initiating that outpouring captured a...