The sunny days are waning and the cold, harsh winter approaches. But upon pressing play on Let’s Be Still, a warmth spreads through the blood.
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Califone has done this before: The frequently brilliant avant-roots collective has sold a platter of undercooked ideas and called it an album.
I wasn’t really lucid in the ’70s (but then, who was?), but I am a student of music history.
With his plaintive vocals and coffeehouse-friendly acoustic backdrops, it’d be tempting to think of Ben Purdom as just another earnest Louisville singer-songwriter.
From the start, The Weeknd has fit into the oddly specific niche of darkly seductive R&B, as filtered through some of the smoothest production around.
If we’re honest, most jazz-anything hybrids suck.
On the beautiful Nepenthe, ambient vocalist Julianna Barwick trades the introverted, lonely quality of her excellent 2011 album The Magic Place for warmth and openn