Wonderful review from The New York Times:
Everything in ostensibly polite Western society is conspiring to provoke
Raphaelle Standell, but she won’t let that happen. The lyrics she
writes as the frontwoman of the Canadian band Braids are fragile but
determined, the product of disappointment and abuse but a blueprint for
navigating those horrors. “Deep in the Iris” (Arbutus), the third
full-length Braids album, is characteristically excellent, but in more
provocative fashion than before. In the past, the band — which also
features the nimble multi-instrumentalists Austin Tufts and Taylor Smith
— leaned on skittish abstraction, but this album is a bolder affair. In
places it’s almost neo-soul in its warmth, though Braids achieves that
luster with much chillier inputs. And “Bunny Rose” and “Taste” sound
like cousins of AlunaGeorge’s 1990s-inflected club-soul. Throughout, Ms.
Standell is more relaxed as a singer, easing into softness even as her
subject matter is strikingly bleak. On “Happy When,” she uses her phone
to counter her loneliness, and on “Sore Eyes,” her computer is both a
reprieve and a black hole: “Watched some porn/And surfed till my eyes
got sore again/Now I’m feeling gross and choked.” The most vivid dread
here is on “Miniskirt,” which touches on familial abuse, street harassment and slut-shaming.
Ms. Standell’s wounds are her armor here. “My little mini skirt/Think
you can have it,” she sings, then rejoinders, “My little mini skirt/It’s
mine all mine.”
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