Carey Mercer

Zachary Cale's album might sound timeless, yet it's rooted in a very specific time: sunset. But the sunset of what? A day, an empire, an era?

On moving past discomfort with the idea of fandom.

Jessica Pratt’s second album is a total beauty. And not just because it illustrates the difference between letting yourself be and capital-B Being.

When we dream of escaping ourselves, escaping the mundane beginnings that swaddle us, from our earliest embarrassments on into our teenage years...

What does it mean when a band from a conservative Canadian town names itself after Southeast Asian Communist rebels from the '60s?

One month or one year ago — it doesn't really matter now — somewhere and some time — I can't remember — in this late-era at least, in the...

Listening to someone gush about something is as dreadful as hearing someone else's dreams or listening to a parent drone on about the excellence of...

An essay about bringing a curse upon myself and my family by naming a record Fuck Death, and my repentance, and what I did in July...

‪Josephine Foster's Blood Rushing was recorded in the Colorado mountains, high up in the gold-green air — recorded as a band playing together...