I guess it’s a little strange, the idea that a musician from Brooklyn could be underloved or under hyped, but here we are. Mitski released this, her third album, in November and it received one of those placeholder mid 7/10 reviews from pitchfork that says ‘we called it’ if people do actually buy into her music, but doesn’t hype so much that they look bad for backing a dud. Which is fine but has nothing to do with the music, which is pretty great. It’s indie rock to the point where you’ll recognise certain chord progressions, but it is buried under enough melancholy to make it interesting, especially when that message is combined with Mitski’s surprisingly powerful voice. Here’s the point, eventually you have to forgive artists for referencing the things that you love too, you have to simply enjoy them for what they are, and in this case, allow yourself to get carried away by it all.
The Fat Angel Sings 