Articles by Taylor Haynes
Damien Jurado, “The Horizon Just Laughed”
Even the simplest places—an abandoned Amtrak station or a city diner—are made significant and evocative.
An American in Osaka: How Traveling in Japan Helped Me Fall in Love with Jazz Again
Amongst the chaos of its busy cities, Japan has been quietly preserving and perpetuating a loyal jazz culture for decades. For an American, it makes visiting feel like going home.
Nap Eyes, “I’m Bad Now”
“I’m Bad Now” presents itself as a self-examination, asking some existential questions and often leaving them unanswered.
Calexico, “The Thread That Keeps Us”
On “The Thread That Keeps Us,” Calexico wrangle our collective fears into something borderless.
Porches, “The House”
Aaron Maine’s latest as Porches seems to argue that truth is most often found alone.
For Baths, self-exploration—and at times self-deprecation—is packaged with a saccharine exterior.
“ken” contains an undeniable nostalgia infused with an anxiety and uncertainty that has come to characterize 2017.
Wolf Alice, “Visions of a Life”
On their sophomore effort, the British band exudes intention and confidence.
What “The Big Sick” Teaches Us About Being Young and Chronically Ill
Emily V. Gordon and Kumail Nanjiani’s film isn’t just about loving your partner.
Trailer Trash Tracys, “Althaea”
On their sophomore effort, the London group seems to have grown into their trademark chaotic compositions—instead of shying away or going halfway, they fully embrace it and even add a little more flair.
Toro Y Moi, “Boo Boo”
As he entered his thirties, Chaz Bear found himself in the midst of an identity crisis.
Broken Social Scene, “Hug of Thunder”
At the center of the Toronto collective’s first album in seven years is a dedication to hopefulness and unity, even during a time when the world seems increasingly divided and unfriendly.
A Seat at the Table: “Master of None,” Parents, and Generational Difference
The best episodes of “Master of None”‘s second season aren’t the funniest, or the ones that leave you on the edge of your seat; they’re the ones that are brutally, undeniably, painstakingly real.