An absolute, unerring joy
There’s something about this album that feels like [b]Will Oldham[/b] revisiting the desolate, dream-like hinterlands of his late ’90s [b]‘Palace’[/b] period. But instead of the shaky-voiced child-man caught between the lonely drip, drip, drip of the whisky bottle and the lone beat of his broken heart, he’s returned fully formed and phoenix-like. Aided by vocalist [b]Angel Olsen[/b], who provides an excellent, [b]Linda Ronstadt[/b]-ish counterpoint to his increasingly gruff-sounding vocal, this is perhaps his strongest and most consistent collection for years. Songs like the slow burning ‘[b]New Tibet[/b]’ are eye-moisteningly beautiful things. In fact, the entire thing is an absolute, unerring joy.