On Lily Seabird’s new album Trash Mountain, she continues plumbing the depth and humanity beneath life’s grimiest surfaces. Her lyricism is more incisive and intensely imagistic than ever. Grief, as presented on closing track “The Fight,” is “dozens of shoes never to be worn again”; elsewhere, there are unflinching lyrics, like “I gave myself this black eye / Loving you didn’t make me do that” and “Just hold me to one thing / And let it be loving you”—language that lodges itself into your skin like bits of glass. paste
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