Rainbows, Tornadoes, and an Angel

Picture a sepia-toned Judy Garland leaning on a tractor, dust blowing, looking dreamily out into out the distance, with her 1930s trill balancing on rainbow. If instead she is wearing a flannel with heavy straight bangs, rather than blue-and-white...
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Lana’s Noir

Lana’s voice has a warbley 40s jazz lounge feel, smoke and silk pants, with contemporary slutshame-crushing lyrics. The album makes you feel something, something slinky and dark and strong. Go tie up your boyfriend. Don’t walk down dark...
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Can’t Do It Alone

While it’s more poetic to say I’m always fleeing the scene, Mary Poppinsing from place to place as if the world’s a field of flowers, it may be more accurate to say I’ve just been working, hustling like everyone else. And of course, the...
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