Turns out that it's mass seduction, not mass education - sorry for misleading, although that's probably an improvement. I don't find myself coming across much St. Vincent content on this good internet these days, but I did manage to see this described in a couple places as St. Vincent's pop album by people who absolutely do not mean that as a compliment. Unfortunately, they're right - had ol' Annie Clark gotten just a little bit bigger at her peak, this is the sort of vaguely St. Vincent-inflected stadium tour stuff that would've had a moment of ubiquity.

Two years ago, I saw St. Vincent interviewed on stage as part of some sort of Toronto music festival. It had just become common knowledge that she was dating some model (the eyebrow chick), and after entirely too many questions about that she told the interviewer to, quote, shut the fuck up. It was awesome. A few months after that, I saw her headline Hopscotch in Raleigh with a sharply choreographed piece of rock deity work that happened to coincide perfectly with a massive, rainless thunderstorm. I remain convinced that she summoned it. As quite literally the only person in the world who can pull that sort of thing off, I'm not sure why you'd turn away from it. Yet here we are.

Highlight: Savior