They say you don't have to suffer for your art, but sometimes it helps.
Torn between the political poles of the coastal liberal elite and disenfranchised middle America, Erika M Anderson has graduated from making albums with great moments to an album that burns throughout. Heaps of highlights, but the bloody ominous Breathalyzer stands out as being like nothing she has done before, with a torturous drone that buzzes through your skull like a circular saw. This is the urgent, accomplished work from Anderson we've been waiting for.
