Anthemic pep talks, gutted relationships, cutting critiques illuminated by hymn-like allegory — all this makes The Way the Wind Blows both Susy Sun's most hyper-personal and universally resonant work yet. The upcoming debut LP stretches the umbrella of pop with Americana moxie.
In 2016, the classically trained pianist and songwriter traded the stages of the Northwest for the studios of Los Angeles. En route, struck by the immovable presence of thousand-year Redwoods, this album took root. Produced by Grammy award-winner Dennis Herring with string arrangements by Alexander Rudd, the compilation of introspective songs and instrumental interludes walks, marches, paces and waltzes through another ancient forest: the crowded woods of self-doubt and skyless ruminations of love, lost.
In other words, it’s a cathartic coping mechanism that insists you absolutely can shake it off and find your way through the trees. Talk it out, the saying goes. You’ll feel better. What Sun has done in The Way the Wind Blows is give not just vocabulary, but voice — shifting from hushed to gale-force in turn — to our most wrenching roadblocks to happiness: get over that breakup, get out of your head.
Sing it with her: Nothing can take my heart of gold away.
written by Katie Joy