Yet Sumney doesn’t have to explain himself in prose. His songs do it even better. In other songs, a simulated full band might fade mysteriously into the far distance; a lone instrument might gradually, almost surreptitiously, be joined by a string arrangement or a gentle flock of voices. In the final stretch of the album, the music strips itself down, often to a single instrument, as Sumney wonders if he will have to inure himself to isolation. “Have I become the cavity I feared?,” Sumney sings as he contemplates “Me in 20 Years.”

Source: New York Times May 17, 2020 17:26 UTC