Of A Feather just keeps surprising me, almost unwittingly becoming the loveliest album of the year. It's sad without laying it on thick - Dead Bugs keeps room here for these songs to breathe ideas, quickly showcased on the jazzy "Unbearable Weight", where
Of A Feather's cold-inducing folk meshes beautifully with the somber melodies. Or on "Lucky Clover", with this hopeful echo of a horn and honest-to-goodness the best vocal melody I've heard all year,
Of A Feather is aptly titled: structurally this thing is floating around, weightless. Dead Bugs takes influences from varying spots of the folk spectrum, anything from Phil Elvrum to a softer The Tallest Man On Earth as
Of A Feather twists its way through snowy landscapes. But to dismiss this as just another folk album would be doing yourself a disservice; [i]Of A Feather[/] takes the ashes of the powerful, folksy beauty in its hands and throws them into the air, left to dissolve into the sky. It's this breezy, delicately gorgeous little record filled with musical highs and lyrical gems galore.
