lullaby

I watch it when I’m getting ready in the morning, and it’s kind of my lullaby when I go to bed.”

Few artists can draw from both worlds, but they collided in her debut, When We All Fall Asleep, Where Do We Go?—pillow-soft vocals and blown-out drums, singer-songwriter lullabies and sonic battering rams.

A woman handing out party leaflets in downtown Buenos Aires says she rocked her babies to sleep not with lullabies, but the Peronist anthem “Viva Perón!”

Instead, the group work through a mix of lullabies, folk and gospel, switching from Spanish to Congolese to Swahili in rounds of four-part harmonies.

“Today I chase horizons wide. But your lullabies still echo inside.”