Boston’s Palehound, lead by fierce vocalist and prolific creative force Ellen Kempner, has announced the sophomore album "A Place I'll Always Go", to be released June 16 on Polyvinyl Record Co. The collection is a frank look at love and loss, cushioned by indelible hooks and gently propulsive, fuzzed-out rock. As Kempner explains, "A lot of it is about loss and learning how to let yourself evolve past the pain and the weird guilt that comes along with grief." 

Since forming in 2014, Palehound—Kempner, drummer Jesse Weiss (Spook The Herd), and new bassist Larz Brogan—have taken their plainspoken, technique-heavy indie rock from the basements of Boston to festivals around the world. A Place I'll Always Go builds on the promise of Palehound's critically acclaimed 2015 album Dry Food with songs that breathe Kempner’s evolved maturity, while asserting her core artistic fire. 

A Place I'll Always Go, which channels feelings of anxiety — heart-racing moments both exhilarating and crushing — into songs that feel well-worn and comforting. The album was recorded at Brooklyn’s Thump Studios with the assistance of Gabe Wax, who also recorded Dry Food.

"There are echoes of earlier bands, with songs that brings to mind Smith Westerns, Beach House, the Strokes, or Wilco... arranged around Kempner’s unique whisper of a voice and way of seeing the world that draws out the moodiness. This undercurrent distinguishes the project, and makes Kempner worth following."

- Pitchfork

 

“The 2015 album Dry Food marked Ellen Kempner as a bright new talent to watch, with a winning combination of quick guitar instincts and languorous vocals. The group’s latest release, “A Place I’ll Always Go,” is even better.” - New York Times

 

“scrappy and buzzy guitar rock, bolstered by Kempner's dexterous riffs … also offers some darker, nuanced shades that evoke the album's themes." - NPR

 

“A Dazed-Sounding Tribute To The Magic Of Queer Love” - The Fader

 

“Her songs tend to pack the punch of dark personal experience and observations while still sounding bubbly; they often go down like jello shots.” - New York Magazine’s “Vulture”