Sleeve does what a sleeve should

The album’s hanging on till spring, but the cover is out, and I love it:

It’s a video in one frame. You can read all you’d like into the photo -pin-up coyness, regality, a clogged depression- but it never repeats itself from glance to glance; the classical quietness of the image hushes the heavily armed title, and her gaze meets yours.

And it’s beautiful design. The fonts match well and pick up the lines from the keyboard and sheet, and the touch of ice-blue makes the title rise. The photo layout is perfect, with every vertical and diagonal traveling directly to Young’s face. Her left foot rests firmly on the bottom of the frame; her right trails off into the dark.

And the disc design parodied the Sacajawea dollar.

This is really the first KRISTEENYOUNG sleeve I’ve loved, though The Orphans had an overcrowded, hell-yeah kind of charm which accurately reflects much of the interior.

Previous to that lies the Land of Sleeves Upon Which I Have No Opinion. I’m still trying to grasp Breasticles‘ footlocker theme. But this last one is perfect, looking precisely like the album sounds so far; loaded without being bludgeoning.