Born Tulsan, Annie Clark’s third record is alluring and fearless.
Indie Matt Carney
Right away, “Chloe in the Afternoon,” the first track on St. Vincent’s
new album, distinguishes itself as superior to both the band’s previous
LPs, 2007’s “Marry Me” and 2009’s “Actor.”
Watch ‘Cheerleader,’ the new clip from Tulsa-born Annie Clark, on whom I may or may not have a gargantuan crush.
My great enthusiasm for St. Vincent singer Annie Clark’s demure looks and freaky, Frippian guitar playing is well-documented, even by certain competing Oklahoma music-culture blogs. I'm glaring at you, Lang.
Here, on “Cheerleader,” director Hiro Murai chains an oversized Clark up to a display in an art museum. She falls apart, however, which kinda keeps in line with self-destructive themes explored previously in the St. Vincent catalogue. Interestin’.
2010’s hot indie innovators return without any new bells or whistles. Thank goodness.
Pop Matt Carney
Two albums in, I’m certain that Sleigh Bells’ distinct brand of girly
noise-pop was assembled in some covert lab so as to make me look as
ridiculous as possible when commuting to work.