The indie auteur behind Dirty Projectors is over his breakup.
THE LAST TIME we heard from Dirty Projectors, the Brooklyn indierock band had shrunk from a five-member outfit to a solo act after group architect Dave Longstreth broke up with his partner and bandmate Amber Coffman, moved to California, recorded an album about the split, and titled it Dirty Projectors. It was an act of both honesty and cruelty. In a certain sense, the self-titled album was a return to the project’s beginnings; the first few Dirty Projectors albums are essentially solo tapes on which Longstreth plays everything. But the hot, pure vindictiveness coursing through songs like “Death Spiral” and “Keep Your Name” suggested that, deep down, giving that album that title at that point in the band’s history was something of a provocation. Sometimes, the truth in a breakup is that you hate the other person.
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