The Mixtape

When I hear the sounds of Islands, I am reminded of sparkling diamonds and shattered glass.

Andrew Bird always manages to fulfill that craving for pizzicato minimalism.

Music all about your special someone and / or a newborn human.

This Buck Meek character is difficult to pin down, simultaneously rural and urbane.

Something about Margaret Glaspy’s voice makes me want to hang out and listen to her laugh.

There are many bands that go by W.I.T.C.H. but this is the only one where it stands for “we intend to cause havoc.”

The lasting appeal of PJ Harvey’s staredown is undeniable.

The music Clark makes is suitable for rage cleaning and nighttime neon drives.

All the kids are into it, and M. Ward is just itching to tell us about it.

They appear to be American, not so much Trappists, but they sound like a clattering of drums and hooks.