A master stroke.

Words by

Bianca O'Neill

Working with producer Eric J (Chet Faker, Flume, The Rubens) was a master stroke for Mitchell’s third album. The combination of an edgier soundscape and her pretty, haunting vocals has delivered some really great work, particularly in the title track.

Mitchell has said Warriors is a more personal album, reflecting on her younger years and conjuring up memories of youthful desires. There are wistful references to hearts running wild and riding in cars with boys. 

It’s a transitional album that still drives Mitchell’s work forward creatively and I’m looking forward to another Sunday session with this happy-go-lucky LP. 


This review was originally published in Fashion Journal 162. You can read it here.

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Feat. all the worst Californian rock clichés.
It’s the fun, jaunty-pop we’ve come to know Arcade Fire for.
Looks like this New Orleans band has finally hit its stride.
A fat bunch of hits does not an album make.
An all-out glam rock album.
Talking touring, Netflix and time spent at home.
Is it wrong to want more?
A debut album four years in the making.
Frankly, not their best work.
A voice for the angry.
The little electro band that could.
This is the classic Garbage sound I grew up with.
You've made us proud.
Lacking M83's usual energy and creative spark.
Thanks to Bey, Tidal's finally making waves.
Strangely underwhelming.
Could've used a little more soul.
The future of pop music.
Much like his twitter account, it's a bit of a mess.
Clearly a very personal album for frontman, Kele.
That Rihanna reign just don't let up.
There's still nobody out there with a voice like this.
“I turn my head to the sky, I focus one thought at a time.”