On her 2011 album Past Life Martyred Saints (and on Red State, the sole album from her old band Gowns), Erika Anderson sang about personal apocalypse, but that apocalypse was some deep-rooted past-tense shit: small-town goth blues, Midwestern meth blues, why-did-I-ever-leave-home blues. The Future’s Void has that same soul-crushing churn and terrible beauty, but it’s about a considerably more contemporary concern: the mental weight of exposing your inner self to strangers, whether on stages or on the internet, and awaiting their judgement. And while Anderson’s new fascination with electro-futuristic industrial gizmos leads to some devastating moments, it’s her tremulous, snarling, gut-ripping voice that carries this bruised masterwork. –Tom [LISTEN]