Former (is it former now? hope so) Polyphonic Spree guitarist Annie Clark, aka St. Vincent, received a "Best New Music" review on Pitchfork today, garnering praise in the typically verbose style that Pitchfork has become known for. I personally haven't heard the record, so can't say whether I agree with the review or not, but here are few samples:
Her album covers may showcase her pretty face, but her blank expression and the tight framing leave the images feeling uncomfortably ambiguous.
Her lyrics are sympathetic observations rendered with clear, economical language focused on a specific moment of conflict or epiphany, occasionally undercut with self-deprecating asides and subtle humor.
Subtle humor? You actually find St. Vincent lyrics humorous? Not a knock on St. Vincent, necessarily, but dude needs to get out more. And finally, this gem:
The latter, which takes its title from one of artist Jenny Holzer's best-known aphorisms, is particularly successful in the way its faintest textural details communicate an unease at odds with its airy tone and steady beat.
I've never really been a St. Vincent fan, but Christ, these guys really know how to suck the life out of even a really good record, don't they?
Anyway, if you're interested, you can read it here.