A thoughtful, contemplative new record The Wilds, the debut album from Vermont's Henry Jamison. He's a bespectacled, bearded type, looking much older than a man in his twenties which is what he is in real-world terms. His songs also, sound older than that, worn down by the weight of experience somehow.
Well crafted and simple songs, that will remind you sometimes of Sufjan, Bon Iver, Mark Kozelek, or going back a bit further Paul Simon, about sitting in bars, draining beers and a relationship winding down towards its painful but inevitable close. Not one perhaps that will have you punching the air but it might give you pause for thought. It might also make you feel sad at the memory of your own young loss.
There are moments that can haunt you forever, when relationships that meant everything to you at the time twist and break and you think your heart will never recover. Jamison on The Wilds documents those moments for you and he does so very skilfully. You might find twelve variations on this same theme a little too much but this album will surely act as consolation for some who need it at this moment.
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