Least prolific music writer in the room. Shares a birthday with Stephen Malkmus and resents having his thunder stolen. Ride or die for Tori Amos. All opinions powered by chronic sleep deprivation.
She wanted to craft an album bound by domesticity, inspired by her newfound partnership with Matthew Barney, and delivered a record overflowing with wintry choirs and strings, icicle-delicate music box keyboards and beats...