It’s not a documentary, so you don’t have to stick to any rules as far as that goes.” “Before that I thought of myself more as a guitar player,” he says. And how did I treat the other people who were involved? “What I want to do is to be able to zoom out and sort of see things from a perspective that’s past simple bitterness or anger or resentment or anything like that,” he tells me. “And I want to look at it from the point of view of what was this period in my life? Foxes in the Snow is notably the first album Isbell has made since he filed for divorce from his wife and collaborator, Amanda Shires—the mother of his 9-year-old daughter, Mercy Rose—in December 2023. “I don’t want to keep doing stuff that’s easy,” he says.

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  • But maybe the Maels are getting a bit sentimental in their old age.
  • From the driving funk of what it’s like to be Black in the white music world on “Hit It, Quit It,” to the stripped-down uncertainty of where to live on “Baltimore,” Strange’s latest is boldly honest and loud.
  • The creative stimulation meanwhile spawned two poetry books, sticky notes and Dudette, which helped her develop her artistic identity enough to feel ready to venture into songwriting.
  • And I want the listener to walk away from that thinking, like Drivin’ N’ Cryin’ said, ‘Scarred But Smarter.’ I want you to go forward into your life with the tools that you have gained from being harmed or being hurt or harming or hurting somebody else.”

Ishibashi has somehow found a way to alchemize her avant-garde leanings into dystopian torch songs, creating mournful serenades for a deliciously fallen, floating world. Through textured soundscapes and a meditative vocal presence, Kirke explores complicated topics such as identity, love, and loss, and her compound relationship with those issues, eventually guiding the listener toward a hard-earned sense of peace. Oh, and I don’t want it to get in the way—mullet-nostalgia might distract from the music—so I won’t mention that Djo is Joe Keery and Joe Keery is Steve from Stranger Things.

It would be easy to draw real-life comparisons from that pivotal moment. ’” the 26-year-old New Zealand musician recalls, about her first acting gig. “I was like, ‘I don’t want to be Ariel. “I’m noticing everywhere, so many people, interviewers, journalists, critics, documentarians, people who are in very different positions, they grew up with us,” says Tommy.

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How do you face the horrors of modern life? He honors Puerto Rican music from salsa (“Baile Inolvidable”) to jíbaro sounds from Borinkén’s mountains (“Café Con Ron,” which features a plena collective Los Pleneros de la Cresta) and the out-there reggaeton that made him (“EoO”). I had no take to rock.

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With his dynamic voice more front and center than in the band’s work, Adebimpe guides listeners on a journey through his own recent grief and heartbreak to find the possibility of a more knowing joy on the other side. But maybe the Maels are getting a bit sentimental in their old age. This time around, everything from getting stuck at a long red light to running up a hotel tab is fair game. Insidious, circular song structures that lodge themselves in cycle studio your head? This sparkling follow-up to last year’s concept album Deira—named for the beachfront hotel on the Gaza Strip his father designed, an architectural gem reduced to rubble—zeroes in on the energies of romance and resistance that make Saint Levant one to watch.

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That idea seeps into every corner of his new album, Swimming, which he recorded at Sylvan Esso’s studio with a crew of North Carolina musicians. Dudes singing songs about heartbreak, misunderstood heroes in decidedly un-glamorous parts of the country, dreaming of something bigger and hitching their way there eventually. Cline’s fourth album for the storied Blue Note label showcases his command of jazz history, from hard bop to noirish ballads, but he still finds moments, on “Surplus” and “The Bag,” to stomp on a distortion pedal and let loose. Lately, Cline prefers larger combos where his guitar duels and harmonizes with horn players, and he shares the spotlight with German saxophonist Ingrid Laubrock to great effect on Consentrik Quartet. Avant guitar genius Nels Cline has always been a generous ensemble player in bands like Wilco and the Geraldine Fibbers, but as a bandleader he’s often explored his instrument freely and noisily with just a bassist and drummer. Ethereal and earthy, constantly changing shape yet anchored in pop forms, it’s a lovely, lively, looser take on modern shoegaze.

You’re sitting with your band. “Our band was on top of the fucking world,” says Sixx whose sarcasm is so sly, it slips right past me. “We stayed at the Red Lion Inn! It was such a cool time because it was just us and the fans, and that was special.” In the meantime, John pinch hits for them. They can’t hear anything if you don’t shout, a result of being insistent on no ear protection during their shows. In ripped jeans, black T-shirt, a grip of necklaces, bandana tied around his forehead and another hanging from his belt loop, Nikki Sixx looks primed also.

Things don’t faze them and applying that to life is nice.” It’s a skill that takes time to learn, but it’s so important for young women to have it and to also have role models—especially someone like my sister. I don’t want to be 80 years old and have been too fearful to express myself because of what people may say. Not that she ever planned on using love to inspire songwriting. “You don’t even know what love is at that age!