Phil Elverum at his best: shouting little truths into the void.
Another compelling deconstruction of one of America’s greatest growing songbooks.
Phil Elverum’s latest reissue is a lo-fi artifact.
The wind will blow again this summer with five Microphones albums on vinyl.
Elverum’s glow has never shined so bright.
If it’s answers you’re after, Elverum may not be the person to look to. But, if you’re searching for one of the few wholly earnest musicians around, he may just be your man.
What is this beast and where did it come from? If you stare intently enough through the dense trees and claustrophobic winds of Elverum’s latest triumph, you might be able to excavate some fragment of an answer. But the true beauty here is that, like in nature, there really isn’t one to find; just a collection of thoughts and reactions to the very dilemma of attempting to draw conclusions from something so vast and complex that it’s frightening.
Beautiful, lush, exhilarating.