By Stephan Boissonneault
With There Is Nothing In The Dark That Isn’t There In The Light, the veteran vocalist leans into intimate, searching folk.
One thing that Vancouver indie quartet Peach Pit do with ease is the breathing of familiarity into their music. Whether you’re native to the Pacific Northwest or not, there’s something embedded deeply in the group’s sound that feels both personal and universal.
On Magpie, Peach Pit’s fourth studio album, the band refines this sensibility, blending lush, sun-soaked melodies with simultaneous tales of heartache and infatuation. It’s a delicate balance between warmth and melancholy, as if their attempt is to serenade both the familiar and the unknown—perhaps their charm lies in their knack for melding the two.
By Stephan Boissonneault
With There Is Nothing In The Dark That Isn’t There In The Light, the veteran vocalist leans into intimate, searching folk.
By Sam Hendriks
A refined turn toward clarity reveals Melody Prochet at her most grounded and assured.
By Judynn Valcin
Inside the Montréal musician’s shift toward ease, openness, and a sound that refuses to collapse even as it teeters.