It’s another wet, dreary day, and you’re stuck inside with blue thoughts about a busted relationship. Yeah, you could attempt to improve your disposition — or just wallow in your melancholy with a song custom-made for bruised-sky afternoons: Pemberley’s “Wake Up, It’s Raining.” Over sheltering synths, teardrop guitars and stirring violin, Rachel Margaret, in a chilling croon, drops deadly lines like, “The house where we once played is now an empty grave.” myspace.com/pemberley
This article appears in Sep 10-16, 2008.
