Emma Pollock — Letters to Strangers.

I’ve heard people say things like “woman with piano, it’s so common nowadays that I’m bored with it.” And then they probably go off and listen to men with guitars. (Related: if I said something like “black dude playing jazz trumpet? Can’t they come up with something new,” I’d probably had my ass rightfully kicked. And then shot by the bad-ass jazz musician.) If you squint and look hard any facet of music seems over-saturated. But you shouldn’t squint at the whole deal, you should focus on the good parts.

Such as Emma Pollock. I really like her solo albums. She teases the lyrics along with ease, they shimmer and drift in and out of sense and melody. Building layers and layers with the words and the music. It evolves and the permutations are a part of a whole but still more and different than what came before.