Rina Sawayama packs a Shania Twain reference, an over-the-top guitar solo, a rebuke of paparazzi callousness and a kiss-off into the space of a glammy, country-pop inspired banger.
The Los Angeles-based band refurbishes an enigmatic, but entrancing piece by the late Julius Eastman, whose music is enjoying a well-deserved resurgence.
Rossen observes the state of his southwestern landscape, a long arc now rapidly changing as he turns to his young daughter, who can't grow up fast enough to see it as he does now.
