Barry Brusseau is a man with many gifts: a clear, low-register voice that reminds of Smog’s Bill Callahan; dexterous hands that convey soul and patience in his guitar playing; a knack for minimal arrangements. Those gifts help craft songs like “Thrift Store Buzz” and “Fall to the Wayside” into rich, slightly melodramatic vignettes worthy of the Magnetic Fields or the Red House Painters.                                                                                                                                                                                                             Whether he’s crooning sleepily about angels on “Stars All Over Their Wings” or getting meta on the verses of closer “A Night Goes Through,” Brusseau has clearly been saving lyrical material that fits well enough into gorgeous recordings (one can almost tell without looking that Adam Selzer and his Type Foundry Studio are responsible for most of the album). But if Brusseau refines his lyricism enough that the words stand up even without his fine accompaniment, he’ll be one hell of a singer-songwriter.
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"What Brusseau produced is nothing short of genuis. Really. No hyperbole involved. A shimmering hymn of midnight moon and morning dew."
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I love this album, each song is interesting and unique. I love the instrumentation and looping that he uses, he is able to create a lovely dense sound that perfectly matches the story for every track. His rich tone and and wonderfully woven texts leave me wanting more!
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