Aside from waiting for the new Strokes EP to drop so I can buy it just to burn it? I’m listening to Radiohead’s A Moon Shaped Pool. Obvious choice, I know. May as well get it out of the way. This is candid Radiohead. Seems to be Johnny Greenwood driven, symphonic and organic. It’s not In Rainbows, but what is?
Then there’s Marlon Williams. Self-titled debut album of a New Zealand singer-songwriter providing his take on American country-western. Voice like something you have to take methadone to kick. Eclectic and fucking eerie.
Pinegrove’s debut Cardinal too. Because country and indie rock should shag more often. Some good banjo work. Yeah, I said it. They’re young, and a certain millennial colour shines through which can grate a gen Xer, but I found myself hitting repeat on tracks 1 and 8 over and over. About a half hour of music on the album in total, and you could do worse.
And I’ve gone back to Wilco’s The Whole Love. Great front to back where it ends on a twelve-minute heartbreaking time warp that will make you a better person if you can manage to drag yourself out of bed afterwards and face another day.