

Somehow, trapped inside on the record, Apple escapes the sadness that defines her previous albums, each song crescendoing into something angry and funny and, ironically, free. “So I’m like, ‘All right, I’m going to give you what you want, house. “I’ve always felt like doesn’t want me to go anywhere,” Apple said in a recent interview with Vulture. Other items-writes the New Yorker’s Emily Nussbaum in a recent profile-include “containers wrapped with rubber bands, empty oilcans filled with dirt, rattling seedpods that Apple had baked in her oven.” On Fetch the Bolt Cutters, her first album in eight years, it’s one of many household objects Apple employs as a percussive instrument.


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