Pop has made a turn toward sadness in the last decade. In 2008, the only two options for the angsty were either going full emo or embracing every artist on the “Garden State” soundtrack with open arms.
It was a hot Memorial Day weekend for Detroit and its techno Movement festival, the city’s ever-growing annual event. The festival sprawled over Hart Plaza, and the sunny heat turned into a warm fog when evening closed in, the sun leaving behind a wet air as festival goers filled the grounds.
If faced with reducing the Original Broadway Cast recording of “Mean Girls” (the Tina Fey blockbuster adapted for the stage) to one word, anyone would be incredibly amiss to pass up the opportunity to call it “fetch.”
Courtney Barnett’s second album begins: “Y’know what they say / No one’s born to hate / We learn it somewhere along the way.” Paraphrased from Nelson Mandela, that line from the opener “Hopefulessness” sets the tone for the rest of Tell Me How You Really Feel, a
I love artists who push the boundaries of music, who convince us to look beyond the boundaries that we create for ourselves and to create something new. However, there is also something to be said for consistency and the foundation it provides. Dream-pop duo Beach House is the best at this.