Not really. That’s totally a wig. But in the clip for “How Come You Never Go There,” an ambling high point from Ms. Leslie Feist’s most recent long-player, Metals, the Canadian songstress lets her lengthy black mane luxuriate in a swirl of wind, moss and ferns.
Over the course of her nearly decade-long career as Grouper, Liz Harris has become a master of all things overcast. Her ambient compositions and waterlogged ballads are like fogged-up windows — bleary enough to indicate the bleakness inside, but only its vaguest outlines. There’s suggestion of something heartbreaking, but its true shape remains occluded, unobtainable,… More »