Maeri Ferguson

Much has been written and poetically waxed about the tricky existential conundrums of the Millennial generation. But no one seems to nail it quite like Esther Rose, who has been quietly building a catalogue of powerful, achingly beautiful songwriting for the past few years. Across lo-fi, twangy foot-stompers and spare

“How are we supposed to remember things?” This is the central question of “Trash Mountain (1pm),” one of two title tracks off Lily Seabird’s latest album Trash Mountain. In sum, Seabird’s songwriting is tackling the challenge of touching down when the world feels like a dumpster fire growing

An imprint of text from a dedication plaque on a bench, pressed into skin. Friends in a kind of beautiful freeze frame of mundanity, playing Grand Theft Auto, ripping a bong, snacking on popcorn. A hypnotic fixation on the gap between a lover’s teeth. A boardroom full of men

For an artist to get in the studio and record an entire set in just a few days on a single acoustic guitar, one might assume the music is calling with some urgency. But for Jason Isbell’s latest solo outing Foxes in the Snow, there’s a slow and