Paging through the paper-enclosed disks, I happened upon Headlights, Tor Miller’s debut EP. Recently, I’ve kept coming back to one box of used CDs in particular, a box of EPs. The Princeton Record Exchange is famous for its collection of used and unique pieces of music, confronting its visitors with an incomprehensible volume of accumulated albums upon their entrance. I’ll begin with a story though, one that goes back to before this album’s inception.
Thankfully, I’ve got some space to get into it. I could go for the list-off-all-the-various-descriptors-that-could-be-applied-to-this-album-until-I-have-a-thesaurus-rather-than-a-review or just admit that Miller’s chameleonic brand of soulful Americana escapes concise definition. Tor Miller’s debut LP, American English, is effortlessly evocative, but let’s be honest, I can’t possible encapsulate the multitudes within this album in an introductory sentence.
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