I imagine this is the aural equivalent of what the world looks like to a once-blind man who’s just having the gauze unwrapped. Or at least that’s the cheerier take on this harrowing and beautiful haze of angular strings, lambent pianos, and Sparo’s Rufus Wainwright-on-downers voice fading in and out. Pamela Murray Winters
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A few of the things we're listening to this week, in no particular order