Leor Galil, Reader staff writer, is obsessed with …
Jeremy D. Larson, managing editor of Consequence of Sound
Rhye, Woman I’ve been dramatically lighting candles and drawing my curtains every night while listening to the quiet storm of Mike Milosh’s project Rhye. If you aren’t swayed by the Sade funk on the record, you gotta go see him and his band live. The horn stabs on “Last Dance” sure aren’t MIDI onstage—and by the first Rhodes solo, you’ll trade whatever you’re drinking for a glass of burgundy.
Syd Straw, “Pink Velour” First lines: “I went home again / Just to prove that you could.” What follows are seven and a half minutes of Syd’s bittersweet childhood memories of moving back and forth across the country with her family and not seeing her father for years. She dreams of them all sitting in a car happy together, “if only for once.” The first time I heard this song I wanted to curl into a ball and cry myself to sleep—it’s too much. Syd is the best. Is there a better way to express the pain of missing somebody than “I always check the weather where you are”? She’s got three albums and I hope you buy them all.
