Taking a break from the Caucasus for a minute, Vlad and the lads could all do worse than listen to Bon Iver's recently released debut record, For Emma, Forever Ago - a beautifully intimate collection of carefully crafted folk works, suitably written in solitude over a Wisconsin winter (Bon Hiver, tu vois). That, on the face of it, such a simple arrangement could cause such a stir is quite a feat, given the moribund state of the genre - isolated artists, bleak winters and mournful guitars have been dreary bedfellows for generations. But this is a chillingly intense record, thick with atmosphere and guided by layers of stunning falsetto that could stop even the most austere of Siberian power-brokers in their wonky vodka tracks.
Monday, August 11, 2008
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