The first snowfall hit our state yesterday. And lo, the season of The Shining draws nigh. Better start having fun now, because y’all know what happens when it’s all work and no play in this weather … somebody gets cabin fever and ends up freezing to death in a hedge maze.
Keep your axes well hidden.
But now it’s on with the show. Let’s round ’em up.
The long-awaited return of Janet (Miss Jackson if you’re nasty). Now, I haven’t paid attention to her last few albums, but if they’re anything like Unbreakable, then amends must be made and apologies rendered. Because this is solid gold.
Six decades of British music wrapped up in one tidy, effortless album that still sounds contemporary even while echoing the past? Can’t be done, you say? The good Reverend and his crew beg to differ.
Grace goes it alone. Her soulful, rough-edged vocals tear through glittering, electronic pop, daring you onto the dance floor. The witching hour demands you party down.
The witching hour does not care if it’s 7 in the morning. The witching hour does not want your excuses. Hop to it!
Mr. Grant defies categorization. I surrender.