What I don’t like about most pop albums is also what I don’t like about sugar. I feel elated for a while, but then the inevitable crash arrives and I swear it off for good. And though I always end up coming back for more, I can’t say that sugar sustains me. What I like about certain pop albums is when there’s something sickly at their core: Once the saccharine high wears off, I can still explore the muck and the sour, which do sustain me, and keep me intrigued.
—Carrie Brownstein
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