The sound washes over you, sucks you in, then spits you out that little bit more serene. Noise echoing a Steve Reich influence. Endless layers building to a perfect cadence of sound, supported throughout by a warm, soulful voice that hits both ends of the scale when expected with the changing mood of each track.
It took me a long time to realise that at the heart of my music obsession is harmony; sound over content. Dylan's poetry doesn't seem to do it for me. I'm more McCartney than Lennon. And the midas touch of Justin Vernon only seems to intensify this obsession.
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