Erika M. Anderson has now spent a solid decade getting us ready for this historical moment. Back in 2007, Gowns, the noisy drone-folk trio that Anderson once led, released an album called Red State. It's an apocalyptic vision of Anderson's native South Dakota. She sang about it as a place where despair runs rampant, where kids flirt with death and oblivion by wolfing down whatever pills they can find, where bad faith and conspiracy theories run rampant. She sang about chasing a state of mind where, if you're there, the light filtering through dirty windows into your basement bedroom is beautiful. Red State warned us of a rural America devoid of hope, chasing its own dragons, doomed to terrible things. On "White Like Heaven," she sang of an epiphany: sitting high in a car, watching a man mowing a lawn, knowing the man's wife would have a baby that would grow up on TV and macaroni and cheese, that the baby would go on to become a gas-huffing rapist, that nobody could stop that dark future. We're in that dark future now. Anderson is still singing about it.