As the years are wont to be, 2026 has been a gloomy son of a bitch. One can’t help but occasionally, if not often, feel deeply uninspired – fearful of having lost the capacity to ever be deeply moved again. It’s in these dire times that we are beyond blessed to have an artist like Star Moales come along. And while in no means is that meant to suggest the musical project of Philadelphia-based Emily Moales is in any way new, her latest album—the endlessly rewarding and wholly endearing Highway to Hell—feels like the most fully . . .
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