Dawson with yet another conceptual album carried by folk that's both incredibly cryptic and astonishingly beautiful. The opening 40mins track unfolds slowly, yet when it reaches its conclusion, it bleeds so much heartbreaking beauty that it justifies the slow building. And then, there are 40 more minutes to go! This second part gathers many palettes Dawson already summoned in his career: post-folk, avant-country, scrummy rocky chants, and all that shizzle whose beauty becomes more evident the more I listen to the dude's catalog.
3 Bumps | Bump |
