That 100 proof voice grabs you by the throat at jump, strokes your cheek tenderly, leads you through rollicking barroom arrangements that are expert but almost secondary to, yes, that wonder of a voice. And the way Angel Olsen wields that most core of instruments is what will have you coming back for more: that dry, effortless mapping of twisty emotional terrain, that telegraphing of invulnerable vulnerability. If ever you longed for a Mirah who aches like PJ Harvey aches, look no... More >>>