Descended from Daniel Johnston’s school of primitive emotion-and Joanna Newsom’s school of vocal deliveries to most effectively convey these emotions-their second album I’ve Got Me pushes the boundaries of what seemed possible on their 2019 debut.

This may be why artists like Joanna Sternberg resonate so much with us.

While the movement’s decline into capitalist waters has long felt predatory, among its other victims are the artists who’ve been processing their feelings through music and other mediums long before the name “Dale Carnegie” meant anything to you, whose earnest lyrics about self-discovery require a little more thought in order to differentiate them from the mantras centered on Instagram infographics pulling from markedly LinkedIn aesthetics. With the steady rise of self-help culture since the dawn of the 20th century, our present moment of public displays of self-affection, widespread nonsensical therapy speak, and missing-the-point branding was pretty inevitable.

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