Anjimile

On his second album, Boston folk singer-songwriter Anjimile relies almost entirely on acoustic guitar and his voice, sometimes manipulated and layered atop itself. The effect is mesmerizing on tracks like "The King," which sounds like a medieval choir bleeding emotion; then a seismic percussive rhythm—some unrelenting earthquake—rolls in. "What don't kill you/ Almost killed you/ What don't fill you/ Pains you, drains you/ The plague of our year/ The Black Death is here," he sings. It's heavy drama, and just one of Anjimile's observations on being a Black trans person in America.