Bon Iver, Bon Iver
I didn't think that anything could top For Emma, Forever Ago. The "my my my" chorus during "Skinny Love" made me cry so many damn times that I had to ban it from my shuffle for awhile. I think the last time I heard it was the final straw--on a late Spring afternoon driving down Mopac Expressway in Austin, Texas, beer-buzzed (don't worry, I wasn't the one driving) and broken-hearted. That whole album was about living and breathing with loss, and it became a big part of the evolving soundtrack of my twenties.
It's fitting that now there's renewal. In this new album, the sadness is muted--replaced with melodies that are more tempting, a couple of intros near-epic, and words that are more hopeful about love in general. In the middle of the track "Beth/Rest," he simply asks with no abandon, "Aren't we married?!" The music is still haunting, still feels as rural and soft and full of gut, but the words are often almost giddy with childish fervor.
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