Released: 2020
If the early part of 2020 brought many unwanted surprises, as is now well documented, the things that brought us pleasure, contentment and hope were valued a thousand times over.
As Waxahatchee Katie Crutchfield had to that point gradually spread her wings as a songwriter, shifting from early outings in the mould of indie rock towards a rootsier interior. Following 2017’s Into The Storm she’d begun a relationship with fellow musician Kevin Moorby and set about freeing herself from addictions large and small; the songs the process helped inspire were captured on Saint Cloud , a record that arrived in a period of mass solitude.
Blind luck would have it that the lead single would deal honestly with personal adjustment, realisation and facing up soberly to character flaws. With time to see the past for what it was came the sort of revelation many needed, of endings and beginnings and newness – and as the song itself dabbled in soul and sun flushed country, a light shone through it. Sometimes exactly what you need isn’t how it’s intended to be, by the giver or the receiver.
The Voice Of Unreason 