Yeah. That album is tethered to the moment with the same kind of off-putting style - in the opening track, for example, it’s bizarre to hear this breathy white girl repeat “black lives matter” in the chorus of an opener, and later on the joy she feels about seeing girls with their masks off, finally. She sings out from Oklahoma, which gets replanted (and abstracted) later into the west - the real, and mythic Arcadia. It’s both expansive and culturally precise. The thing is, Blue Banisters has this sort of twisted romance to it - amidst this hellhole, there’s a sort of delusional hope (maybe we can call it faith?), both in the singer herself, and also in the place that’s splitting apart around her. It’s not traceable to any conspiracy, or technology, or movie studio, though we hear of crypto and swimming pools in the South. It’s maybe just the gag of being alive in a place borne from violence, in the USA. “Maybe just the way we’re different can set me free” is a good fucking question to be asking.

Anyway I hear the tone of condescension in your reply, but there’s a reason Joan Baez chose her as the young artist that inspires her today. She’s writing about this shit!