I’ve been in love with Joanna Newsom since the release of her 2004 album, The Milk-Eyed Mender.  I still remember the yellow album artwork with its cross-stitched designs, and how perfectly it fit the whimsy of her songs.
Like most listeners, my initial reaction was to her jarring vocals — the squeaks and cracks of her voice were irritating, and yet something I had never heard before.  Something kept me listening to this classically trained harpist, and by about the third listen, I was captivated. She had this tiny little voice that …

A nostalgic soundtrack to sun-baked summer afternoons, forgotten journal entries, and faded collections of Polaroids.

Put this album in your headphones while going for a walk, and everything you see will have a decidedly more sinister look to it.

Every Friday afternoon DJs, directors and trainees vote on what music makes it to A-list, what ends up on B-list, and what just sucks.
The are the albums have made the cut at WCWM 90.9FM this week, including a few samples for your listening pleasure.