In a world where all aspects of life are in a state of constant flux, and where being a pop icon means, by necessity, being a cipher, it's comforting to know that Kimya Dawson exists. Why? Because in the same way you can always count on your best friends, you can always trust that Kimya Dawson will be Kimya Dawson: achingly forthright, fiercely loyal, empathetic almost to a fault, wobbly of voice and stolid of countenance. Dawson's recordings—solo, with the Moldy Peaches, the Bundles, Antsy Pants, whoever—are full-contact confessional vomitoriums, sing-alongs increasingly packed with the Washington State-based anti-folk singer's' obscure and semi-famous pals; if you caught... More >>>