Heat Without Destination

Summer in the City promises a specific feeling—warmth trapped between buildings, the smell of tarmac in July, the city abandoned by anyone who had somewhere better to be. Olivia Crawford’s version lands somewhere between indie pop and something more ambient, like the soundtrack to an early morning before the city remembers what it’s supposed to be doing. A song for the aimless drive, the open window, the afternoon that doesn’t resolve into anything.