There are no shortage of breathtakingly stunning moments on Half Waif's newly-released album, Lavender, but "Back in Brooklyn" stopped me dead in my tracks the first time I heard it. Aside from its sheer gorgeousness, something about its overall mood felt familiar in a way I couldn't quite pinpoint. When I heard it in the context of the entire album and paid closer...
I know this is hopelessly late, seeing as it's already almost the end of May. To be honest, I had a very hard time forcing myself to finish this post and considered skipping it entirely, but my incessant need to maintain consistency talked me down from that. My reluctance to do the hard work of writing about them implies nothing about the quality...
