This week, I’m taking a sharp turn from 90s girl grunge to a modern revelation where the “charmingly simple” meets the “lightly psychedelic” country of Kacey Musgraves. Hers is a name that I had disregarded as just another country singer until last fall when a friend I regard as very hip and cool came to stay with me and to my surprise said she is his current favorite artist. And then Stereogum named this the best album of 2018. And then Pitchfork named it the second best album of 2018. And then this past weekend she flipped everyone off at Coachella and I finally had to cave and listen because I’d been denying the universe too long.
I love this album. I’m late to the party and I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness, but I love it. She’s rad and made me cry and I’m obsessed.
That is all.