Only a few more lists to burn through before 2023 is over, and today we are looking at our favorite indie folk records of the year. It’s categorically one of our favorite genres, and these last 12 months have provided an absolute monsoon of great work to thumb through. From the early 2023 records by Tiny Ruins and Fenne Lily to the late-year triumphs by Nicole Dollanganger and Sufjan Stevens, it’s been an incredible run of days for acoustic-based instrumentation. Stay tuned for our hip-hop list on New Year’s Eve and, until then, here are our picks for the 30 best indie folk albums of 2023. âMatt Mitchell, Music Editor
AJJ: Disposable Everything
Disposable Everything is AJJâs big reconciliation with the current state of affairs and the bandâs place in all of it. What role should five men have in preserving any semblance of goodness that might still be left in this country? On Disposable Everything, AJJ arenât quite sure they should have a role at all. In a world plagued by mainstream artists attempting to spin shallow money-grabs into wholehearted, political decrees, the band is not all that interested in shining the empathy on in ways they cannot authentically provide. There is no demand for revolution on this album; only the stark realization by the men who made it that they, too, have been lubing the cog that makes the machine of inequity crawl forward. Disposable Everything knocks on the door of modern masterpiece status, as AJJ have taken every single thing they do well, shoved it into a blender and made a chunky, absurd, glorious, gilded smoothie with it. âMatt Mitchell
Al Menne: Freak Accident
It may be easyâand a bit obviousâbut I canât really start anywhere but the beginning when delving into Freak Accident. âKill Me Now,â the first albumâs first single and opening track, is the kind of song thatâs difficult to write about without sounding effusive to the point of fanaticism. For a burgeoning songwriter like Menne to write such an affecting, tightly-wound, and captivating song is a feat difficult to overstate. That isnât to say this is coming completely out of nowhere; itâs true Menne was not the primary songwriter force behind Great Grandpa, but their lyricism and incredible sense of melody are all over Four Of Arrows. In particular, âBloomâ remains one of the best songs the band ever wroteâand Menneâs way with words is a primary reason why. âI get anxious on the weekend when it feels like Iâm wasting time, then I think about Tom Petty who wrote his best songs when he was 39,â is a lyric I think about a lot when stuck in a spiral of self-loathing and misplaced anxiety. âKill Meâ is a similarly astute look at the throes of helpless attraction, taking the question âDo you remember sayinâ it scared you to death to know how much I love you?â and thinly spreading it over months of pain and confusion. They sing a lot about the desire to be understood and accepted on Freak Accident (that name itself arriving as a play on the isolation they felt growing up as a trans person), and does so with such a disarming grace that invokes an incredible amount of pathos. âAnd I wonder if she knows those little parts of me?â Menne asks on âBeth,â during a scene thatâs almost unbearably intimate. âThereâs joy in the pain of beinâ alone, when nobody knows you the way that you need them to,” goes âKill Me.â âSean Fennell [Read our full feature]
Allegra Krieger: I Keep My Feet On The Fragile Plane
I Keep My Feet On The Fragile Plane is a wildly successful catalog of the trials of early adulthood, providing a comfortable space to explore painful points on unrealized promise and acceptance. Krieger seems at home within the structures of her languid, smoldering balladsâthough the fire burns hot when she picks up speed just a little bit, navigating her compelling vocal melodies with a loping acoustic guitar. Whatâs always present is her keen emotional intelligence and knack for finding levity. At the heart of her songs, one can always catch a glimpse of the feeling that everything really does work out in the end. This is true if youâre able to accept that youâll always be on the âfragile plane,â the halfway point between where you were and where youâre going. Rest assured, Allegra Kriegerâs there, tooâmaking music to usher us through. âEmma Bowers
Angie McMahon: Light, Dark, Light Again
Four years passed between Salt and Light, Dark, Light Againâand part of that can be credited to COVID, as is the case with an insurmountable number of artists. McMahon wanted to put out a record pretty soon after Salt was releasedânot least of all because thatâs what industry cycles have come to expect of the artists who work within it. Most artists would probably embrace the fruits of being able to put out a record every yearâor, in the case of some acts, multiple records in a year; but McMahon is fully aware of how, even though that kind of schedule would be rewarding from a prolific place, itâs just not the kind of musician she is. In making Light, Dark, Light Again, McMahon herself fully changed. The record became a mountain she had to climb, but thatâs what it always needed to be. Thereâs a continuity between the songs on Salt and those on Light, Dark, Light Again. Itâs a really special convergence that is, largely, a product of McMahonâs journey deeper into her own self-discovery. What drives her is trying to understand her emotional experiences and trying to understand the world by, first, understanding herself and sharing whatever she learns about surviving through vulnerability and connecting while remaining a sensitive, open-minded person. Salt germinated from a naive understanding of where her own imbalances and plateaus might have stemmed from, while Light, Dark, Light Again is this deftly mature and bold excavation of self-actualized truths and discomforts. Thereâs this sense that the call is very much coming from inside the house, and hearing McMahon work through that hard reality is, often, a revelation. Thereâs a bit of sentimentality on Light, Dark, Light Again. It interacts and intersects with the recordâs recurring themes of self-care and spirituality. But, sometimes, the songs transcend sentimentality into something thatâs much more precious. The thesis statement of the album begins with its title: Light, Dark, Light Again. This idea of cyclicality and emotional timelines, itâs palpable and you can hear the intervals of joy, sorrow and hope spinning across the project. âMatt Mitchell [Read our full feature]
Anjimile: The King
Where his debut album Giver Taker explored a more delicate form of personal storytellingâoften delivered via nimble, unadorned acoustic guitar flourishes in line with Sufjan Stevensâ Michigan or IllinoisâAnjimile works on a much grander scale across The King, as if conjuring a vision of what folk music would sound like if it was delivered by Philip Glass. Itâs a record akin to speaking with the force of every voice like Anjimileâs that has been left silent for centuries, arriving with a volume and might that feels primed to shatter anything that gets in its way. Guitar strings now thrum and buzz where they once felt gentle, and Anjimileâs voice is occasionally put through bass-heavy filters or joined by a calamitous, otherworldly choir sonorous enough to make the speakers rattle. Anjimileâs choice to radically reconfigure the basics of his sound is nothing short of revelatory. Much of The King comes solely from Anjimileâs guitar and voice, even if the recordâs production makes it sound as if the tracks are being wrought by a cataclysmic full band. If thereâs one thing that The Kingâs sound especially works to highlight, itâs Anjimileâs lyricism. Much of Giver Taker operated in similar narratives of family history and self-definition, but The King weds that focus to its sound even further, its assuredness more emphatic, its openness all the more vulnerable. And, on tracks like âHarley,â where Anjimile sings into a reverb-heavy soundscape for one of the rawer personal moments of songwriting, the transition explores new, audacious configurations that their emotional side can take. âNatalie Marlin [Read our full feature]
Another Michael: Wishes to Fulfill
The first of two albums that will be released within six months of each other, Wishes to Fulfill is Another Michael at their very best. What they accomplished on their debut, New Music and Big Pop, two years ago gets hammed up even more so here, as Michael Doherty and Nick Sebastiano continue to prove that they are one of the most charming and talented and graceful duos in all of indie rock. Between Dohertyâs stirring falsetto and Sebastianoâs pristine production choices, Wishes to Fulfill is an amalgam worth untangling over and over. Songs like âBaseball Playerâ and âAngelâ are definitive earworms, while other standouts like âPiano Lessonsâ and âCandleâ continue to establish the duoâs sound with endearing, bright and rich storytelling merged with fluttering, buoyant instrumentation. Suffice to say, we canât wait for Pick Me Up, Turn Me Upside Down in 2024. âMatt Mitchell
Caroline Rose: The Art of Forgetting
The Art of Forgetting, the latest album from Nashville singer/songwriter Caroline Rose is a departure in both theme and production from their previous release. While Superstar paid homage to â80s cinema and a culture obsessed with celebrities, The Art of Forgetting finds inspiration through Balkan cries and the natural life cycles of handcrafted instruments. Although Rose has created fictionalized characters before, here they delve deep into their vulnerabilities and pain in a memoir of healing. Their portrayal of a new beginning during the first three tracks is visceral and guttural; âTell Me What You Wantâ is undoubtedly the best track on the album. The witty and literal lyrics are bolstered by gritty guitar and Rose singing, âI just gotta take a beat / To get some fresh air in my lungs.â Itâs fabulously dynamic in texture with different fortes and meticulous phrasing. Rose has reached new heights on this record, executing her ideas flawlessly. âRayne Antrim
Charlotte Cornfield: Could Have Done Anything
Could Have Done Anything is Charlotte Cornfield’s fifth album and her clearest-eyed assemblage of songs yet. The first single, âYou and Me,â gave us a glimpse into how the Canadian singer/songwriter has been watching the world over the last two years. It was an engrossing love song that made pit stops across the US, touching down in Michigan, Illinois, Wisconsin and the Rocky Mountains. Second single âCut and Dryâ is such a perfect example of why Cornfield is one of our best living songwriters. She paints a beautiful portrait around the melancholy of leaving. The story she tells, itâs emotional and poised and alive. âSometimes we think that we know everything but / Then get surprised when the whole world comes crashing down / Itâs hard to picture the city without you around,â she sings atop a combination of breezy guitars, vocalizations and horns. âCut and Dryâ is akin to many of Cornfieldâs songs: Her taking the smallest moments and finding everlasting beauty within the margins. Itâs a perfect coming-of-age folk song. âMatt Mitchell [Read our full feature]
Daneshevskaya: Long Is The Tunnel
Long Is The Tunnel begins fully submerged. Rain is the first sound on the albumâs opening track, âChallenger Deep,â the drops falling to announce the coming of a gentle fingerpicking. Next comes Anna Beckermanâs voice, an understated captivation that stuns with its soft strength. She sings âWill you wait for me / Where there is no later on? / Will you wait for me at the end, the end?,â drawing out each word, pausing between phrasesâher voice arriving wrapped in silk but sung with desperation. There is a heaviness to her vocal, something substantive to grasp onto despite her lilting melancholia. She reaches her hand up through the waterâs surface, begging you to reach out and pull her from her drowning. Laced with distortion and supple synth notes, âBig Birdâ aches through bursting percussion and Beckerman’s airy singing that thins out into a beautiful, angelic falsetto. “The biggest bird I’ve ever seen,” she intones. “I don’t know what the reason was. I can’t tell a dove from the biggest bird I’ve ever seen.” It’s an earworm melody that rises and falls and glitters, culminating in a field recording of birds flocking to some unknown destination. Long Is The Tunnel ends on a gentle, elusive and captivating note, as final track âIce Pigeonâ opens to twinkling piano keysâalmost ironically so. It could soundtrack the opening to a music box of her own history but, firstly, it ties together the recordâs surrealist charmâmost emphatically when she sings âEverything that comes out of your mouth is gold / But itâs useless to me / Cause I know what it needs.â âMadelyn Dawson [Read our full feature]
Fenne Lily: Big Picture
It isnât easy to traffic in subtleties. Where many of todayâs best indie-adjacent projects thrive in minimalismâin the style of Floristâor in hooky maximalismâa la Phoebe BridgersâFenne Lily seeks a Goldilocks-esque, happy medium, balancing delicate instrumental layers with pensive vocal delivery. On Big Picture, she handles her emotions with caution, as if she writes while wearing oven mitts, and her restraint makes her sharpest lines pierce even deeper. Take the first lyric of opener âMap of Japanâ: âI never asked you to change and youâre treating me like I did / The more Iâm thinking about it, maybe I shouldâve started.â Delivered plainly over sauntering percussion and splendorous guitar, the hard pill she administers goes down sweetly. Big Picture is an exercise in excavating Lilyâs last couple of years: A tumultuous period marked by transitions accelerated through 2020âs unending calamities. As she unpacks her memories, there are undeniable pangs of sadness and longingâbut there are also moments of tender revelation that betray the soothing quality of memory. Across the albumâs 10 tracks, Lily displays her memories with care, inviting listeners to occupy her vantage point, encouraging them to sit in the discomfort she endured and through which she found new possibilities. Big Picture is a successful meditation on tension, an act of sitting in discomfort. Fenne Lily has become a veritable expert on the subject, and her approach to narrating that process is engaging and novel. One can only hope that these contradicting feelings meet resolution sometime soon, but, for now, the music is thoroughly appealing. âDevon Chodzin [Read our full feature]
Field Medic: light is gone 2
light is gone 2 is framed as a sequel to Kevin Patrick Sullivanâs 2015 debut album as Field Medic, but it was largely born out of an attempt to manipulate the musical approach he established on that first release. Sullivan has largely been a guy with an acoustic guitar and a boombox, but this record seeks to blend digital recordingâreplete with the attendant synth and drum machine accoutermentâinto his established palette. While certainly adding variation and, according to Sullivan, kickstarting a rush of creativity, it doesnât fundamentally change what the project of Field Medic is at its coreâa fact that can largely be attributed to Sullivan himself, a creator of such idiosyncrasy and personality that it almost overshadows whatever changes in technique or style he might attempt. If youâve tracked the many moments of autobiography that run through Field Medicâs discography, then youâre likely aware that most of his aforementioned portrayals of addiction are now sung in the past tense. They are demons with receding shadows, half-remembered nights further blurred by the distance of time and personal growth, but the emptiness of their absence is not as freeing as one might imagine. The stuttering, percussive âeverythingâs been going so wellâ is drenched in the kind of guilt one might feel when they are, âtoo self absorbed and depressed to see everything’s going well,â a kind of self-imposed survivorâs remorse run amok. Itâs not that Sullivan suddenly fears honesty, but, rather, the kind of disappointment that might come from everyoneâs assumption that youâve crossed some imaginary finish line. The light might still be gone, but for Sullivan, darkness and light are always relative. âSean Fennell
Free Range: Practice
The debut album by Free Rangeâthe project of Chicago-based singer-songwriter Sofia Jensenâfeels like itâs always existed. âWant to Know,â one of Practiceâs singles, exudes a familiarity based on Waxahatchee-esque acoustic guitars and muted drumming while obscuring a lyrical gut punch. By the time the song reveals a fuzzed out, country guitar lead and a strange, tight groove to wrap things up, the heartbreak becomes clear: âDonât float back up without me / I donât know how weâre supposed to talk.â Somewhere between the endless comfort of Wild Pink and the tight craftsmanship of those Adrianne Lenker/Buck Meek albums, Practice is an album that shows confidence from the first note. Beyond âWant to Know,â the rest of the record is just as exciting, from the campfire haziness of âAll My Thoughtsâ and the double-tracked vocals on âTraveling Songâ to the blurry pianos of âKeep In Time.â With Practice, Jensen takes the strengths of their inspirations (Elliot Smith, Scandinavian forests, David Foster Wallace) and applies them to devastatingly beautiful songs. âEthan Beck
Greg Mendez: Greg Mendez
âPicking up the things you left / I never thought Iâd be so upsetâ are the lines Greg Mendez uses to open his new, self-titled album. Itâs a fitting entrance for the Philadelphian, as he spends the next nine songs putting back together the fragments of his own lifeâattempting to understand the absurdity of his own truth and what hard damage has met him on the road to clarity. Ever the master of his storytelling craft, Mendez makes a bookend out of imagery that can be plugged into anyoneâs own correspondence with the world around them. Greg Mendez is one manâs vulnerable, open book made accessible to anyone who might find something courageous or trusting within it. From drug use to heartbreak to childhood trauma to houselessness, Mendez offers a loving embrace drenched with hindsight to his former self. In turn, the album is not a critique of his past, but an attempt at understanding how it informs his personhood in the present. He populates the tracklist with recoiling and punctuated stories that are as humorous as they are heartbreaking. âMatt Mitchell
Grian Chatten: Chaos For The Fly
The debut solo album from the Fontaines D.C. frontman, Chaos For The Fly is a brilliant, honest effort by Grian Chatten. Rather than feed into the biting arrangements that make Fontaines D.C. so blistering and raw, Chatten taps into the lighter side of his own grit. âLast Time Every Time Foreverâ is a subtle acoustic tune wrapped in digital backbeats, reverb and heavenly harmonies. âFairliesâ is an uptempo folk carving with jazz energy, while âSalt Throwers Off a Truckâ is a strumming odyssey filled out with a buoyant spine of crooning strings. Chatten is miles away from what he and his bandmates did on Skinty Fia last year, but thatâs what makes Chaos For The Fly so great. Itâs a fresh, gutsy and mature first chapter for the Irish singer/songwriter thatâs sure to become a bedrock of European folklore. âMatt Mitchell
Jana Horn: The Window Is the Dream
The tracks on The Window Is The Dream are still as dainty and minimal as ever, but, now, thereâs a new edge to all of them. Horn doesnât get too personal in her storytelling, but she doesnât need to. The songs evoke visceral emotion through the architecture of her sonic vision. It doesnât hurt that she has an incredible ecosystem of musicians around her, including Jared Samuel Elioseff, Adam Jones, Jonathan Horne, Daniel Francis Doyle and Sarah La Puerta Gautier. The Window Is The Dream is a bit more electric than Optimism was, thanks to Horneâs splendid guitar work. That aural upgrade pairs well with Hornâs hypnotizing soprano vocals, which are sharper than ever. Though itâs only been a year since Optimism was put back on all of our radars, Horn has grown exponentially between records, making The Window Is The Dream a small triumph at the beginning ofâwhat will likely beâa long, winding career. âMatt Mitchell [Read our full feature]
Kacey Johansing: Year Away
Kacey Johansing’s fifth album is a thing to behold. Year Away came into my orbit earlier this summer, and it’s been in constant rotation. The songs are generous and familiar, as Johansing works through auspicious blends of Laurel Canyon folk rock and brisk, emblematic singer/songwriter. The rewards are exponential, as songs like “Not the Same,” “Old Friend,” “Last Drop” and “Daffodils” will worm their way into your soul and never leave. Johansing has made flying under the radar her hallmark, after years spent working closely with folks like Fruit Bats and Hand Habits. Her solo endeavors, especially records like 2017’s The Hiding and 2020’s No Better Time were lush and comforting; Year Away is her breakout into new and daring oases. âMatt Mitchell
Katie Von Schleicher: A Little Touch of Schleicher in the Night
Katie Von Schleicher recorded A Little Touch of Schleicher in the Night with Sam Evian and a crew of collaborators she had worked with on other projects, including Baroness bassist Nick Jost and Gabriel Birnbaum, her Wilder Maker bandmate, who did string arrangements here. The result is her most sophisticated and wide-ranging album and arguably her freest. Von Schleicher has the uncertainty she often feels while working on her albums, which sometimes manifests in taut, volatile moments in the music: the contrast between the explosive percussion and her somber vocals on âThe Image,â from 2017âs Shitty Hits, for example, or the juxtaposition between her soft voice and the deep sense of anger in her lyrics on âYou Remind Me,â from Cosummation. Thereâs little of that on A Little Touch of Schleicher in the Night. These 10 songs feel easy, though theyâre certainly not simple. If not for the melancholy tone, âEvery Step Is an Oceanâ would be breezy, thanks to a limber beat, airy synthesizers and Birnbaumsâs string charts, which dart and swirl through the song. Elsewhere, she leans into a deadpan slacker-rock vibe on âElixir,â which opens with her singing, âI wear becoming like a burlap sack.â A buzzy, 20-second guitar break early in the song gets a reprise of sorts toward the end when Von Schleicher turns it into a string of wordless vocals she sings almost without inflection, and the whole thing is punchy and droll. Toward the end of the album, âRubyâ is as buoyant a song musically as Von Schleicher has written, with blooms of keyboards rising through a metronomic beat, and string parts that come seeping in at the edges with cinematic flair. With lyrics that seem to have a sardonic, mocking edge, itâs not a happy songâVon Schleicher hasnât reinvented herself or anythingâbut itâs a compelling listen. That holds true for A Little Touch of Schleicher in the Night as a whole. By some alchemical blend of age, accumulated experience or just the right collaborators in the right setting, Katie Von Schleicher has found a way to be comfortable with herself and her songs, and it showsâjust like her sense of humor. âEric R. Danton
Locate S,1: Wicked Jaw
Christina Schneiderâs music has always been an oddity. Whether the subject of analysis is her litany of previous projectsâwith curious names like Jepeto Solutions and C.E. Schneiderâs Genius Grant, or her current, most circulated project, Locate S,1âSchneiderâs not one to simplify her music. Across two albums as Locate S,1, her striking admiration for pop music is apparent, but so is her need to wrestle with her intellect. On her last record, 2020âs Personalia, Schneiderâs sonic palette was diverse but centered on variations of synth-pop, twisted and restrung with elements of punk, new wave and more. Now, on her third album, Wicked Jaw, the stylistic and subjective floodgates are wider than ever. âI was in hellâŚand loving it,â offered Schneider on the subject of her childhood. While the phrase âthereâs so much to unpack hereâ is often uttered for albums that are, in actuality, narrow in scope, Wicked Jaw is an inter-dimensional trip through Schneiderâs past, present and future. There really is a lot to unpack. All the while, her appreciation for all eras and approaches to pop music arrive through forays into bossa nova, doo-wop and soft rockâall with head-scratching complexity. Sophisticated, twisted embellishments to her pop hooks interrupt the sunshine with interjections of personal and generational trauma, all wrapped up with a healthy existentialism. Whether she is processing something from childhood or something that happened yesterday, she examines it best through intricate, pop-inspired sonic webs. âDevon Chodzin
Mali Velasquez: Iâm Green
The debut album from Nashville singer/songwriter Mali Velasquez, Iâm Green, is a beautiful, triumphant first affair. Filled with songs written as odes to her mother, the material is intimate and cosmic and uniquely tethered to longtime connections, grief and old wounds. Songs like âToreâ and âMedicineâ are dense mementos for the people weâve lost and the people weâve yet to meet. âIn late October, when daughter Maria comes and sheâs sitting on the edge of the hospital bed that youâll leave us on,â Velasquez sings on âBobby.â âAnd when itâs all over, will you forget what Iâve said? Whatever memorial is carved over Amyâs head.â The record is moving, visceral and generous, full of devastating stories that will transport you back to familiar places through sparse instrumentation and gorgeous vignettes of stunning folk-pop. âMatt Mitchell
Maria BC: Spike Field
Spike Field is a dreamy soundscape of the multi-instrumentalistâs inner conflict of past and future self. As a young artist who began the journey of Maria BC during the pandemic, self-reflection has always been deeply embedded in their work. Spike Field confronts the shame of their past to reconcile who they were to be comfortable with who they become. The ambient folk artistâs soft vocals float across the eerie landscape of the raw emotions of âStillâ however, they soar in choral passion in âWatcher.â In an album wrought with potent imagery, the albumâs namesake provides a quiet contemplation of human communication through the concept of menacing earthworks. The atmospheric album combines Maria BC’s talents as a poet and classically trained vocalist, all emphasized through their passion for experimenting with human sounds. In all its morose beauty, Maria BC provides honest commentary on the painful truth of the shame of growing up. âOlivia Abercrombie [Read our full feature]
Mitski: The Land Is Inhospitable and So Are We
Mitskiâs seventh album feels, all at once, like a much-needed course correction away from â80s-style synths growing staler with each use and like her lowest stakes release yet. The towering expectation and deafening hype that surrounded Laurel Hell seemed to have died down, leaving her free to exhale. The Land is Inhospitable and So Are We finds Mitski breaking new ground, building transcendent songs with the accompaniment of acoustic guitars, pedal steel, a string section and an entire 17-person choir. These resplendent pieces fit together to form fascinating, delicately arranged songs. One of the most striking things about the record is how it succeeds while sacrificing the reliance on melody that undergirds some of Mitskiâs best songwriting thus far. There is nothing as electric as âNobody,â nothing as distorted as âYour Best American Girl.â And yet, this is her finest collection of songs. Thereâs a beauty to her pastoral vignettes that resonates without the need for traditional pop hooks. It’s not music thatâs suited to arenas, and maybe thatâs the point. Mitski can do anything she wants to now, and weâre better off under her reign. âEric Bennett
Mutual Benefit: Growing at the Edges
The latest album from experimental multi-instrumentalist Mutual Benefit, Growing at the Edges, sees Jordan Lee place a coda on a five-years-long effort in growth. The album is a lesson in opening the wounds of old questions and looking for better answers. The song âLittle Waysâ is a calm, country-driven acoustic track about growing up and out, a fitting intro to the album it rises from. It reads like a mantra, a last glance backwards before the slow trudge into the unknown gets underway. Unhurried and sweet, the trackâmuch like the album altogetherârolls forward on the wheels of its own optimism. âWasteland Companionsâ leans heavily into its own lush instrumentals, swirly and saxophonic. Itâs replete with xylopones, violins, drums and dreamy piano, with Leeâs light voice riding atop the gentle multi-part wave of end ebbing and flowing backing track. It traces closure and forward-motion after grief and loss; Growing at the Edges is pop construction at its finest. âMiranda Wollen
Nicole Dollanganger: Married in Mount Airy
Canadian-American singer/songwriter Nicole Dollangangerâs latest LP, Married in Mount Airy, is her best work yet. Itâs a record where her penchant for gothic folk storytelling and lo-fi, dream-pop textures converge brighter than ever, as Dollanganger takes her atmospheric, lush vocals and pairs them with tranquil, sublime acoustic instrumentation and synthesizer undercurrents. Songs like âDogwoodâ and âBad Manâ and âNymphs Finding the Head of Oprheusâ are dynamic and stirring in their own interrogations of devotion, romance and traumatic, air-faded memories. What makes Dollanganger stand out from her peers, however, is how well she seamlessly guides listeners to conclusions through portraits of crushing familiarity, all told through subjects who are, all at once, harrowingly close yet so damningly distant. Married in Mount Airy doesnât marr the lulls of heartache and uncomfortability, it embraces the cathartic of both and spins it into a darkness worth falling into. âMatt Mitchell
Runnner: like dying stars, weâre reaching out
On like dying stars, weâre reaching out, Noah Weinman is more open to connection but finds himself on the edge of languageâs capacity to express emotional truth, reckoning with what he describes as âa signal loss between thought and speech.â His relationship to this uncertainty varies between frustration and tacit curiosity. The first line of the second track âi only sing about foodâ declares âiâm an idiot, i cried in your car when i couldnât find the words i was looking for.â The outro of âraincoat,â meanwhile, asks âwhatâs on your mind? does it fit into language? will it change when you say it?â This act of reckoning also plays out in the recordâs sound, as Weinman pulls from an incredible variety of sources to build a world for each track. Thereâs the hum of an air conditioning unit, the sound of cardboard rubbing against itself, the fuzz of an old voicemail. A current of vocal distortion suggests 22, a Million-era Bon Iver. These are woven together into a lush sound that references not only Weinmanâs work with Skullcrusher but an inspiration from late-90s Madonna, creating an immersive terrain for his messages to echo onto. The deluxe editionâs new live versions approach the work from a different angle, peeling back the layers for something new and sparse that keeps the spaciousness intact. On the Yellow House Sessions version of âstring,â for instance, careful synths from drummer Ellington Peet warble, adding an unearthly current to the acoustic lineup. The title like dying stars, weâre reaching out references a celestial bodyâs last rites: A dying star will often send out planetary nebulas in all directions, sometimes for thousands of years, towards the end of its life. This seems like a heady title for Weinmanâs focus on earthbound problems, but itâs actually quite fitting, conjuring images of signals from solitary spacecraft. These are brief missives from outer spaceâmost of the songs only last about two or three minutes, with the longest, ârunnning in place at the edge of the map,â topping out at just over five. But in each, Weinman toys with ideas of the familiar and the alien, permeating the boundaries between the two. In âplexiglass,â the condensation on car windows turns into âghosts at my fingertips.â In the music video for âi only sing about food,â extreme closeups of boiling water and grains of rice take on the appearance of explosions in foreign atmospheres. âAnnie Parnell
Sarah Mary Chadwick: Messages to God
The key line in “Shitty Town,” the powerful first single from Sarah Mary Chadwick’s new album Messages To God, comes towards the song’s rousing finale as she belts out the words, “Yeah I know I’m angry / why aren’t you?” It’s a question for the ages but feels especially appropriate nowadays when there’s so much to be furious about and so few people seem to notice. For the protagonist of this song, though, it’s a cry of desperation as they lament their circumstances and the awful place they’re stuck in. The depth of feeling in the song is only made more powerful via Chadwick’s quavering vocal delivery, which often sounds like the trumpet blast taking down Jericho’s walls, and the woodwinds that gives the music its gorgeous ache. The rest of the record speaks to such a truth, as Chadwick is at an apex here, on her brightest and boldest entry yetâa true feat, given that her catalog is packed to the brim with envelope-pushing brilliance. âRobert Ham
Sufjan Stevens: Javelin
Although the albumâs promotional cycle would have you believe Javelin is a straightforward extension of the gentle melancholy of Carrie & Lowell, thatâs a slight misnomer. Rather, Sufjan Stevensâ latest blends the synth-driven freakouts of 2010âs The Age of Adz with his quieter endeavors. Most of Javelin concerns itself with past wrongdoings and the physical atonement, much of it self-induced, that its narrator undergoes as a result. âGive myself as a sacrifice / Genuflecting ghost as I kiss the floor,â Stevensâ opening couplet of âGenuflecting Ghostâ goes, making immolation sound peaceful with arpeggiated acoustic guitars. Later in the song, heâs begging someone to âbindâ and âinsultâ him as he âpraise[s] your name.â This contrast of disturbing imagery and gorgeous, musical tapestries has long been one of Stevensâ strengths as a songwriter. The way he illustrates hopelessness is so affecting that, despite his quiet voice and instrumentation, his music refuses to recede into the background. It commands your attention in every conceivable way. âGrant Sharples
Sun June: Bad Dream Jaguar
Bad Dream Jaguar is a collection of songs threading their way through the uncertainty. The Austin band made the album during a period of dislocation: guitarist Stephen Salisbury moved from Texas to North Carolina in 2020, changing the nature of his creative (and romantic) relationship with singer and bandleader Laura Colwell until she joined him in 2022. The dozen tracks on Bad Dream Jaguar seek to make sense of that distance, their solitude and, in an overarching way, a fractured nostalgia for what had come beforeâand the often painful work of letting it go. Itâs a subtle album, built around gentle, dream-like musical arrangements that belie the tougher sentiments underpinning these songs. The narrators here are often trying to figure out where they stand, in relation to a significant other, themselves, the past, the future. âYou were searching for a reason to be mad / Babe, I got plenty of them,â Colwell sings on âMixed Bag,â her soft voice wrapped in layers of guitar, ghostly backing vocals and a piano vamp that lands just so between lyrics. Befitting an album that took shape around a long-distance relationship, thereâs a lot of road imagery on Bad Dream Jaguar. Colwell sings about long drives and headlights in the distance, and the lyrics often play like the reveries that blossom between the highway lines on road trips. She lets her mind wander through remembered scenes and settings that have the feel of creased snapshots she found tucked away in the glove compartment. Colwell is fighting to stay awake behind the wheel, and true to herself, while singing along in the car on âJohn Prine.â On âWashington Square,â her narrator is remembering when she and a partner were young and foolish âback when all the things to come hadnât yet,â while âSageâ finds her holding tight to glimpses of the past while staving off the melancholy of a solitary present. âEric R. Danton [Read our full feature]
superviolet: Infinite Spring
Steve Ciolek has seen America many times over, but heâs content with staying in Ohio for as long as the state will hold both him and his buds. When he was fronting the Sidekicksâthe Buckeye Stateâs beloved coterie of emo, power-pop sharksâhubs like Chicago, Brooklyn and Philadelphia were always destinations, but never fantasies of a possible forever. Infinite Spring, Ciolekâs debut album as superviolet, has the blood and hope of Ohio roaring through its veins. Ciolekâs best pal and longtime collaborator Zac Littleâthe frontman of fellow-Buckeye folk-rock legends Saintsenecaâplayed bass, theremin, wind harp, solo freak and âdigital gooberâ on the album, while his Sidekicks co-CEO Climer took to the drums, shaker and tambourine. Ciolekâs wife Kosoma Jensen provides harmonies and clarinet, and her cat Fryâwhich Ciolek has become the father of by adoptive proxyâmeows and chews on âGood Ghost.â Ciolek is one of the best songwriters weâve got, and him having a relentless curiosity is what makes Infinite Spring so refreshingly brilliant and poetic. The album works through the existential crisis that comes with falling in love, outgrowing your own band and living with your own mortalityâall while trying to figure out who you are in a post-pandemic world. âMatt Mitchell [Read our full feature]
The Tallest Man on Earth: Henry St.
During the pandemic, Kristian Matsson, aka The Tallest Man on Earth, would take song requests online and flip them into his own renditions in mere minutes. He played everything from a banjo translation of Mazzy Starâs âFade Into Youâ to Vampire Weekendâs âUnbelievers,â fashioning them from shoegaze and pop rock into folk, Americana and bluegrass standards. For a small grain of time, Matsson was a beacon of community during a moment in history when community wasnât possibleâa perpendicular universe to what heâs constructed on his newest album, Henry St. Covering songs has always been familiar ground for Matsson. Sitting at the piano or plucking other peoplesâ songs on the guitar is how he, like many of us, eventually vaulted into doing his own songwritingâno matter what it looked like. The team of musicians that Matsson assembled for the new album includes the Dead Tonguesâ Ryan Gustafson on guitar, lap steel and ukulele, TJ Maiani on drums, Bon Iverâs CJ Camerieri and Rob Moose on trumpet, French horn and strings, Phil Cook on keys and Landladyâs Adam Schatz on saxophone. Overseeing the whole thing was Sylvan Essoâs Nick Sanborn, whose Durham studio Bettyâs is where Henry St. came together. Every chapter and crosswalk on Henry St. looks and sounds different. Itâs a kaleidoscopic pastiche of discovery: the stark piano of the title track melts into a ukulele dance on âIn Your Garden Stillâ; the motivational drumming on âNew Religionâ quiets into a blanket of guitar and organ on closer âFoothills.â Gone are the days of guitar, guitar, guitar. Matsson’s music-making gift has never been so emblematic. âMatt Mitchell [Read our full feature]
Tiny Ruins: Ceremony
Since 2009, New Zealand band Tiny Ruins have been steadily making good, blissful indie rock. Led by vocalist and guitarist Hollie Fullbrook, the bandâs first record since 2019âs Olympic Girls, Ceremony was catalyzed by singles âDorothy Bay,â âThe Crab / Waterbabyâ and âOut of Phaseâ The tracks lean into water imagery and folk instrumentation that spawn atop a smooth, hypnotic arrangement. Fullbrookâs lyrics are evocative and wondrous, and her vocals are soulful and weightless. âBy hook or by the book, I canât explain / How I miss the flowers made from cellophane / Little hands and paws, they trial and train / Keep you sifting sand in the outer lane,â she sings on âDorothy Bay.â Ceremony is a great reintroduction to a beloved, steadfast indie band that demanded to not get lost amongst the shuffle of early 2023 releases. âMatt Mitchell