I’ve been a fan of Julia Holter for a long time¹. She occasionally creates moments that irritate me, but I kind of love her all the more for them.

This album only has a couple such moments. (With Aviary it was like the whole album. Need to listen to it again and see if that’s still the case. I’d pre-ordered that vinyl and didn’t get into it that much but felt like I should only listen to it on vinyl, loudly, when no one else was home, which is only like once or twice a year.) I should read and write more about this album. Or just listen to it a bunch more. That won’t be hard, I’m already doing that. And get it on vinyl. And listen to all her old stuff again. And. And. And.

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1. since back when the blurb from old her record label described her in hipster ipsum terms as a classically-trained keytarist from Echo Park and she recorded a radio show with her keyboard over the phone. ↩︎