Justin Vernon’s third Bon Iver album is a weird and wonderful thing
Today, civilisation is crumbling around us. Humanity is decaying, brought almost to its knees by indulgence, sloth, stupidity, ugliness, smallness and weak-thinking....
Smashing bloke, though, our Henry. And it is this slightly dubious charm and charisma that makes him worth listening to for the two hours-plus of this double live CD package.
Because it isn't the material. OK, he has some quite thought-provoking and mildly amusing wisdom to impart on such subjects as sexuality, world politics and Baywatch, if you can stomach the sub-Nietzschean 'bludgeon everyone who seems weaker or less intelligent than me' subtext of some rants.
If he wasn't Henry Rollins, he'd raise only lukewarm smiles as the stand-up comedian people always say he could be. But just as when your reasonably witty mate tells you a story in the pub about what happened to them on the way to the, er, pub, it somehow seems funnier when you know them...
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