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There’s No Leaving Now

Posted in Uncategorized by com360bu on March 15, 2013
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 By Nate Poths

I started the newest Tallest Man On Earth album with a break of hesitation. One has to wonder every time a new record is released by a favorite act; does he have another one in him?

 

As the bright ascending intro led into the verse of “To Just Grow Away” my worries were put to ease. In the case of Swiss singer-songwriter, Kristian Matsson, there’s still an abundance of vibrant melodies locked up in his mental vault. Leaving Now is a must listen for fans of The Tallest Man, as well as those who appreciate modern folk music: from Dylan through Bon Iver.

 

Matsson’s stimulating Dylan-esque voice rings true leading into revelation blues, and his first recorded efforts at multi-tracking can be heard. Additional layers of finger picking, woodwinds, and percussion produce a much fuller sound.

 

His writing retains the same level of intimacy that’s produced with his voice and guitar; it’s as if they were the same instrument. “Bright Lanterns’” soft sliding guitars and familiar vocal melodies are sure to bring you into a peacefully hypnotic bout of nostalgia.

 

The title track makes reference to past song, “Kids on the Run,” and is a somber balad, softer and less harsh this time around.

 

Matsson picks up the tempo again with “Little Brother,” where in a touching conversation he questions, “why are you drinking again, little brother?” The song features some of the record’s strongest vocal melodies as well as lyrics. They often tend to be cluttered with ambiguity, and interestingly enough he shifts away from this while focusing on it simultaneously. “This lesson is vague.”

 

The record comes to a close with an especially intimate track, “On Every Page.” Matsson touches many of his favorite melodical stylistics to produce a heart wrenching Tallest Man classic. “What ever happened to the boy’s now a tale for the sea,” he sings wearily. “When you know you’re already young. Like the grass wither to become: (young) again and free. It’s all we’ll ever be.”

 

This post was written as if it could appear on the blogs of Rolling Stone or Pitchfork

 

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