On their first new album in six years, the folk troubadours balance out-of-time balladry with a mature sensibility that’s attuned to melancholy and mortality in the present.
The New Brunswick musician learned collage techniques from a found reel-to-reel tape; here, he brings them to bear on a live-or-Memorex studio deconstruction of his own idiosyncratic songwriting.
Because it’s not beholden to some overarching conceit, the latest album from the Toronto-based singer-songwriter sounds looser, a bit wilder, more lackadaisical in a sadsack sort of way.