UK, 2014, avant-folk / singer-songwriter
So this is what betrayal sounds like. Or perhaps despair that leads to suicide. Incredible and fascinating, not as hard to listen to as one might think. Dawson truly gives zero fucks on this album. His voice and playing reflect the nihilism he embraces. Frightening poetry married to discordant guitar music played at acute angles that’ll give you nosebleeds. When one creates a living masterpiece through a grueling year-long process only to see it destroyed within a week…yeah, it’s pretty hard to see any meaning in that. Anyone want to go on a drinking binge misadventure with the twelve apostles?