| 4. Sarah Dougher, “The Bluff.”
I love Sarah Dougher’s album: it’s so lacking in pretension
that it awakens all those sleeping indie-rock ghosts whose talk of
authenticity got sidetracked by semantics. It’s Dougher’s
way around a chord that does it: she has an ear for mood. The mood
here is wistful, in several different depths. I can use all
of them. |
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