Sasha Geffen

1 week ago | ra.co | Sasha Geffen

Listen to it via your preferred platformOn her bold new mixtape, the breakbeat-pop star shakes off old wounds, reintroducing herself with newfound confidence. PinkPantheress always made hurt sound sweet. Four years ago, the UK artist spread across TikTok on the strength of a phone-screen confessional called "Pain," where she mused about the ambiguity of an on-again, off-again relationship over a dusty garage loop.

1 week ago | pitchfork.com | Sasha Geffen

In E.M. Forster’s gay coming-of-age novel Maurice, the title character walks around his college campus after dark, peering into the lit windows of his fellow students’ dorm rooms as they go about their evenings. Holy shit, he thinks (I’m paraphrasing), other people are real. They think and feel. They have insides. “But, O Lord,” he narrates to himself, “not such an inside as mine.” On “Baton,” the closing track to Model/Actriz’s second album Pirouette, Cole Haden has a similar revelation in reverse.

1 month ago | pitchfork.com | Sasha Geffen

When Aya Sinclair was a teenager growing up in Huddersfield—a town in the north of England between Manchester and Leeds—she felt herself come to life in the swell of Christian rock. Someone sang about the Lord and blissful frisson radiated through her. Sinclair believed that feeling was the Holy Spirit. She joined a Pentecostal church. She worshiped. Then she felt another stirring.

1 month ago | ra.co | Sasha Geffen

Logic1000 knits together resplendent trip-hop, downtempo and ambient, capturing the ephemerality of all good things. Samantha Poulter is one of a growing number of house producers who use the dance floor as a metaphor for gestation. Like Sofia Kourtesis' Madres LP and Eris Drew's Mystery of the Motherbeat mixes, Poulter's debut full-length as Logic1000, Mother, meditated on the flow between individual embodiment and communal movement.

Feb 14, 2025 | pitchfork.com | Sasha Geffen

When there’s nothing all around you, you might need to make a lot of noise to fill it up. There are so many kinds of nothing in this world and so many kinds of noise. In physical space, there are just over 150 miles between the tree on the cover of 1000 Gecs (543 E Algonquin Rd., Des Plaines, IL) and the house on the cover of the first American Football album (704 W High St., Urbana, IL).