Heather Trost: Petrichor

The New Mexico musician’s second album has no shouts, no sudden guitar outbursts, no startling tom thwacks. Instead, she layers arrangements so thick it feels like you could lie down in them.

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The New Mexico musician’s second album has no shouts, no sudden guitar outbursts, no startling tom thwacks. Instead, she layers arrangements so thick it feels like you could lie down in them.

Harry Nillson: Pussy Cats

Each Sunday, Pitchfork takes an in-depth look at a significant album from the past, and any record not in our archives is eligible. Today, we revisit the infamous 1974 album Pussy Cats, produced by John Lennon, the moment a would-be titan consigned him…

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Each Sunday, Pitchfork takes an in-depth look at a significant album from the past, and any record not in our archives is eligible. Today, we revisit the infamous 1974 album Pussy Cats, produced by John Lennon, the moment a would-be titan consigned himself to a tragic cult figure.
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