Waxahatchee: "Air"

Feelings: burden for some, puzzle for most, raw dough for a singer like Katie Crutchfield, whose last two albums at the helm of Waxahatchee have turned scenes of bedroom-level intimacy into the kind of music that can project across a baseball field. “Air”, from her band’s forthcoming Ivy Tripp, further clarifies 2013′s Cerulean Salt, which clarified 2012′s American Weekend—an exponential curve that has brought Crutchfield from music that sounds like it was recorded by someone under a blanket two rooms over to something legible, forthright, naked and proud. “I left you out like a carton of milk,” Crutchfield confesses, safe in the knowledge that at some point or another everyone has been careless enough to know what happens next.

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