Sleator Kinney-Little rope (orange & black marble)
their eleventh studio album is one of the finest, most delicately layered records in sleater-kinney’s nearly 30-year career.to call the album flawless feels like an insult to its intent – it careens headfirst into flaw and brokenness – a meditation on what living in a world of perpetual crisis has done to us, and what we do to the world in return. on the surface, the album’s 10 songs veer from spare to anthemic, catchy to deliberately hard-turning. but beneath that are perhaps the most complex and subtle arrangements of any sleater-kinney record, and a lyrical and emotional compass pointed firmly in the direction of something both liberating and terrifying: the sense that the only way to gain control is to let it go.
their eleventh studio album is one of the finest, most delicately layered records in sleater-kinney’s nearly 30-year career.to call the album flawless feels like an insult to its intent – it careens headfirst into flaw and brokenness – a meditation on what living in a world of perpetual crisis has done to us, and what we do to the world in return. on the surface, the album’s 10 songs veer from spare to anthemic, catchy to deliberately hard-turning. but beneath that are perhaps the most complex and subtle arrangements of any sleater-kinney record, and a lyrical and emotional compass pointed firmly in the direction of something both liberating and terrifying: the sense that the only way to gain control is to let it go.
their eleventh studio album is one of the finest, most delicately layered records in sleater-kinney’s nearly 30-year career.to call the album flawless feels like an insult to its intent – it careens headfirst into flaw and brokenness – a meditation on what living in a world of perpetual crisis has done to us, and what we do to the world in return. on the surface, the album’s 10 songs veer from spare to anthemic, catchy to deliberately hard-turning. but beneath that are perhaps the most complex and subtle arrangements of any sleater-kinney record, and a lyrical and emotional compass pointed firmly in the direction of something both liberating and terrifying: the sense that the only way to gain control is to let it go.