This album is referred to as "a collection of reveries" and features mellow bluesy reflections on the three 'L's: love, loss and life. You know the deal.
Foucault has made five previous records and I'm guessing they are all variations on the same themes. If it ain't broke, why fix it, right?
He possesses the kind of laid-back voice that smoothes over any pain he happens to be singing about; sonic medication if you will. In War on the Radio even manages to sound upbeat about desolation, ruin and dying slowly. Don't sweat the big stuff.
His band are obviously a bunch of talented musicians who could do this sort of thing in their sleep. They needed just three days to record it at Pachyderm Studios in rural Minnesota.
Backing vocals from his wife Kris Delmhorst vocals add to the warm, reassuring mood. On Blown he duets with Tift Merritt to give what his PR team call some extra "hushed intensity". Some tasteful orchestral arrangement provide still more hush.
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I don't honestly know whether I like this record or not. It washes over you so gently that it's almost unnecessary to have an opinion one way or another. It's all infused with 'Little Feat' melancholy that will have you reaching for a nice glass of wine on your front porch rather than a box of tissues.
Jeffrey Foucault website
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