Work has been consuming my life, so here is what I owe you:
-general documentation that I am in fact still alive and part of the universe
This week, there was nothing for me to do except tell the world how much I love Angel Olsen’s new album, Burn Your Fire For No Witness. Her Jagjaguwar debut is a subtle knockout - exhibiting the pain and loneliness of heartbreak, but encouraging those who feel the same way to dance their way up and out of it.
This album is inspiring in so many ways. Her lyrics are just triumphant. As a songwriter myself, I find her subject matter very relatable and her phrasing simply unmatched. My personal favorite of the album, “White Fire”, delivers a drawn out lyric sung just above a whisper. Coming after two upbeat romps, “Forgiven/Forgotten” and “Hi-Five”, this song draws the listener into a dark place but keeps a candle lit in the distance. Fierce and light and young. She worked with a producer for the first time on this album as well - John Congleton turned her once-slightly dainty acoustic sound and turned it into a hushed killer.
I can’t WAIT to see her perform more of these songs live. They were just glints in everyone’s eye the last time she came through town, but she’s got these songs as an arsenal behind her now and nothing to fear. She has the amazing ability to reel in an entire room and leave the whole of it spellbound. I look forward to the day she takes me to another world with her music.
If you get the chance, check this album out, and buy it. You will not regret it.
is there a name for the John green thing. like the obnoxious culture hes pioneered. the 500 days of summer thing, the hazy acoustic soundtracks , the preoccupation w/ sayingn stuff like “im sorry im so fucked up” or “there are no happily ever afters”. how can I quantify this phenomenon. it’s like neo heroin chic or something
I’ll take “people who have never read John Green’s books” for 200, Alex. Think before you judge.