Two Suns offers a rich, distinct world of subterranean lullabies, spacey timbres, and ghostly beauty.
Rust is like mayonnaise for the ears.
The album is the musical equivalent of a bowling alley chockfull of orderly, milkshake-drinking youth.
Never has there been a more blatant case of false advertising than the title of Madeleine Peyroux’s fifth album, Bare Bones.
If every decade needs its Seattle scene, then Glasgow might just fit today’s bill.