Funeral

Beneath the Rickshaw Stop’s sparkling string lights and shimmering disco ball, indie pop artist Wallice opened her Dec. 8 show with a bubbly sweetness that perfectly paralleled the coziness of the venue.

Here are six songs to soak in as the season’s sorrow begins to strike.

It made me feel out of control like phantom hands were controlling a marionette doll — except the doll was me, and the hands were my own brain.

With exquisite jazz production, Miller skillfully creates an indulging auditory experience that helps listeners descend into his private self. 

It’s been years, but I still have the black dress and I still think of the W.H. Auden poem at certain times of day when the hills cast long shadows and airplanes fly out of San Francisco.

With Now Only, Mount Eerie continues to develop a woefully brilliant emotional palette while maintaining a living reminder of Elverum’s muse.

It appears that, on this “Infinite Content” tour, Arcade Fire is trying to compensate for its comparatively lackluster new album, Everything Now.