Jayson Greene
- Indexed articles, last 90 days
- 4
- Latest publication
- Sep 29, 2026
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- Jul 14, 2026
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Julia Jacklin: The Gem (opens the original)
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The whirring engine beneath Julia Jacklin’s warm, rangy rock songs has often been anxiety. Her characters are usually found muttering in corners, working themselves up to something big or tearing themselves apart over something small. “I don’t know how to keep loving you, now that I know you so well,” she sang over and over again on her 2019 breakout Crushing, alternating emphases—“I don’t know how to keep loving you,” “I don’t know how to keep loving you”—until the weight became asphyxiating. O
Brandon Flowers: THRASHER (opens the original)
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At the risk of damaging my aura of critical distance and credibility, I confess to occasionally wondering whether Brandon Flowers might be the most important man alive. My affection for him goes beyond “irrational”; I have 20-year friendships predicated on the joy of making fun of him and the belief that he must be protected at all costs, like an endangered panda. I felt this fierce love surge last month, when Flowers released an “album trailer” video for his third solo album and first-ever coun
Sinéad OâConnor: âNothing Compares 2 Uâ (opens the original)
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Sinéad OâConnor knew what happened when she opened her mouth. âSongs are ghosts,â she wrote in her 2021 memoir, Rememberings, and to sing was to transform herself into a âghost delivery woman.â OâConnor maintained a wry sense of humor about the wreckage these spirits could cause: After tracking the demo to âTroyâ at record producer and DJ Chris Hillâs house, she was amused to come outside and find him standing there, shaken and ashen-faced. While recording her debut album, 198
Gloorp: Gloorp Life (opens the original)
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Garrett Burke collects weird sounds. He has an aficionado’s ear for the wet slap, the digestive gurgle, the fleshy smack that might be pornographic, violent, or both. The Philadelphia-based experimental percussionist crafts all of these noises himself, and then stores them in Ableton, like jars in an apothecary. He hammers out a welter of cross-rhythms on a discontinued MIDI drum pad with all these sounds, piles on effects with a rat’s nest of modules, mulches that back into Ableton, and then sp
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