Stevens never fails to impress, her knowledge of music theory is far beyond my feeble mind's ability to comprehend, on par with say Jacob Collier, and like Jacob Collier her work can, to a lesser extent, sometimes feel a bit cold and hard to deconstruct. But this couldn't be more soulful and accessible.
I cried twice, real hard, hasn't happened to me since Regina Spektor's 'What we saw from the cheap seats' in 2012. Actually not sure I've cried at all since then, not really, fuck. Fuck. That's probably not good.
Anyway just Becca and her Guitar this time, each and every track is a goddamned work of art. Oh and the poetry, yeah there's english lyrics too, which I believe may rival the melodic and harmonic structures in quality. It's my album of the decade so far, 11/10.
Genre: Music, 12 TET