With Ruins, Portland's Grouper (aka Liz Harris) released one of the most quietly powerful albums of 2014. Its songs are full of contradictions, at once painfully intimate and far reaching; tenderly hushed and wholly enveloping; tragically flawed and wilfully assured. It's an album about what it means to be a human being, full of parts that shouldn't match but whose collusion makes each of us singular. Best listened to alone on a snowy day.
In Heaven, everyone drives a monster truck.