Frankie Rose

Here's a piece I wrote a few weeks back for Creative Loafing on Frankie Rose, former Vivian Girls/Crystal Stilts drummer and current indie pop obsession. Her new record Interstellar is bold and beautiful - "dreamy," to employ an overused but admittedly apt adjective - if also unapologetically derivative and a tad on the slight side. (28 minutes? What is this, the Green Album?) Still, Interstellar is a worthy listen from an interesting interview subject.

From shitgaze to chillwave, the last half-decade in music has been a blur. Lo-fi recording techniques and impressionistic lyricism have come to represent a noncommittal norm, guided by ghosts of history and a very modern sort of ennui bordering on post-paranoia — the terrible and normalized acceptance that the worst can and probably will happen. It seems our only ongoing concern is how to get back — or pretend to get back — to where we once belonged.

"I was really tired of things just being kind of awash," songwriter and guitarist Frankie Rose explains. "I was tired of the haze."

Read the rest here.

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