Sadie Sartini Garner

2 weeks ago | pitchfork.com | Sadie Sartini Garner

Tripla was born from memory. When Lush’s Miki Berenyi published her 2022 memoir Fingers Crossed: How Music Saved Me From Success, she knew she would get requests to play a few songs at readings. The sound she and her band had created in the ’90s—a dreamy take on shoegaze that could drift like dandelion fuzz on a kind breeze—would be virtually impossible to replicate on her own.

1 month ago | pitchfork.com | Sadie Sartini Garner

Noah Lennox’s records as Panda Bear always sound like they’ve been recorded near the beach. His songs are constructed with the care and patience of a person unconcerned with time and the breezy goodwill that comes with spending a lot of time in the sun not doing much of anything.

Nov 20, 2024 | hearingthings.co | Sadie Sartini Garner

I think it’s good critical practice to occasionally confess your biases and blind spots, so here’s one of mine: Until the summer of 2023, I didn’t care about R.E.M. When I was a boy, and measured music’s value by weight, their lack of heaviness was disqualifying. “Everybody hurts,” Michael Stipe sang, and I knew that. I also knew that pain wasn’t for pondering with a weepy ballad but crushing with a Big Muff distortion pedal.

Nov 18, 2024 | pitchfork.com | Sadie Sartini Garner

It was an extreme time; it was a normal time. In the weeks and months after the World Trade Center attacks, as the country’s mourning fermented and people became drunk with vengeance, TV on the Radio’s Tunde Adebimpe and David Andrew Sitek had to figure out how to return to work.

Oct 9, 2024 | pitchfork.com | Sadie Sartini Garner

This guy knows he shouldn’t say the word “pussy.” The protagonist of Geordie Greep’s “Holy, Holy” has just spent two minutes yapping at a woman about his sexual reputation—how well-known he is among the Japanese and French Guyanese, how he’s like a god to the “jihadis” and “revolutionaries”—when he stumbles into a wildly distasteful pickup line. “I’ll bet your pussy is holy, too,” he says, chomping down on the word like it’s a cocktail straw between rear molars.