It’s no coincidence that Charlotte Cornfield has made her most laid-bare record yet in the wake of becoming a mother. The aptly titled Hurts Like Hell sums up all the toughest and sweetest pathways that led her to this place and drew her out of herself in a way only parenthood can do. "Real love, no fantasy,” she sings on the opener “Before,” repeating it like a mantra, manifesting it into being. Enlisting the harmonies of fellow singular voices like Buck Meek and Feist, Cornfield’s own vocals come into their own a bit more, even half a dozen albums in.
ALBUM REVIEW: On ‘Hurts Like Hell,’ Charlotte Cornfield Lets It All In
