One of the spookiest verses in the whole pop arcanum belongs, as it should, to Robert Johnson: "I got stones in my passway and my road seems dark at night," he cries, repeating the line before the killer twist: "I have pains in my heart, they have taken my appetite." He's not talking about satisfying the munchies but about losing the hunger for life, an experience that can make the agonies of desire seem like a merry-go-round by comparison. And it's a testament to the depths of Mary Timony's exquisitely dark heart that she can speak from the same bleak vista: "What will get me through this night," the enigmatic indie-rock chanteuse asks in "The Owl's Escape," a spectral nursery... More >>>