I wrote a review last week of Bon Iver’s new, self-titled album. So far, it’s probably the best thing I’ve written at my internship this summer. I had the record for about a month by the time I wrote this, and I had listened to it religiously for that month, so I had plenty of thoughts to squeeze into the review. I quote:
And so, while For Emma dripped with the alienation and inward focus embodied by its now mythologized cabin-lore origins, the communal effort that spawned Bon Iver gives the record an almost universal import. This is the sound of a man awake in the world and reaching outward, and it’ll make you want to wrap your arms around the entire human race. Vernon’s lyrics are oblique as always, casting impressionistic moods while always keeping the precise meaning just beyond reach—but by doing this, he leaves room for you to enter the songs for yourself and attach to them your own feelings and associations. Deliberate or not, it works beautifully.
Read the full thing here.
