Making Sense

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,” (…).


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