March 30, 2022 Aldous Harding Poetry
A nice rumination about poetic language from Pitchfork’s review of the new Aldous Harding record:
Harding’s voice sounds plucked from a dream, growing more awake as the song progresses. “No one look/And a canny fucking fill/Don’t lie to me!” she sings in one moment. It doesn’t really make sense, but it’s not supposed to: Harding wants you to find your own logic. “I just want everyone to feel like a philosopher. You put on a record, and that record belongs to you,” (…).