Music

Complete with dirty guitar and swirling percussion, the energy gives a sense of immediacy, and a druidic affect.

And by the end, we have the realization: you ain’t never going to love me. The real question is why she was ever standing there, in the first place. photo credit: Jordan Laessig

The Burney Sisters give us a brazen vocal delivery and a satisfying hook, backed by a roots rhythm section along with some banjo and acoustic guitar.

The piano, acoustic guitar, and tight-brush drum sound, along with the lyrical persona, could all be from 1970s Laurel Canyon, like a co-write between Carole King and Lowell George.

If you like Amy Winehouse as much as you like KT Tunstall, this one is for you.

The beat is so straight it feels like the edge of a knife.

It’s an important coming-of-age moment, giving yourself permission to be free to choose; and this is a fitting ode to that sense of both commitment and looming hardship.

It’s a sense of floating through space and time, somewhere at the intersection of magic and science and biology.