By Khagan Aslanov
On Tonky, the self-taught sculptor and musician writes another shattering love poem to the human race.
The essence of Peach Pit’s music is true to its name. It’s sweet, digestible, but with a melancholy undercurrent. After all, it’s not named after the fruit itself, but the part that’s left over after it’s been eaten.
A lot of the band’s songs carry a similar feeling – musings on the party after it’s over, lingering on an ex’s shampoo bottle left on the shelf after she’s long gone, hungover regrets. The newest album still has bittersweet notes, but Peach Pit feels more mellow than ever before.
By Khagan Aslanov
On Tonky, the self-taught sculptor and musician writes another shattering love poem to the human race.
By Cam Delisle
The American indie-pop outfit’s reflective fourth LP is drenched in lush strings and intricate poetry.
By Sebastian Buzzalino
From self-doubt to self-assured, the Calgary polymath's long-awaited solo debut reveals an artist finally finding his own rhythm.