Something otherworldly drifts from the hallowed spaces that make up a man like James Vincent McMorrow and his music. Mysterious beauty. Echoing heartache. Loving and losing. From first listen you’ll be taken to a landscape of cascading mountains covered with frosted, golden leaves.
Don’t spend all your time trying to interpret or analyze every place McMorrow lets his stream of consciousness flow. Instead, let his music seep deep into your veins. This is truthful music that reaches the brim of honesty and overflows.