I haven’t been listening to that much music lately, relatively speaking. The expanded silences have given me room to breathe and dream, but when the music does get playing, the murky spaces within are filled by Alexander Tucker’s Third Mouth, an album that speaks so powerfully and fluidly to my folk-craving heart. Tucker’s streams-of-counsciousness delivery is evocative in his willingness to reach into the personal realm and elevate it with touches of grandeur. Here, we’re lost not in the glorious heights but rather the hypnotic cycles of remembering. In the album’s opening track, Tucker’s childhood memory of his father emerging from their garden shed with a dried seahorse in his palm is told and retold amidst ascending and descending strings and the delicate momentum of a plucked guitar. It’s a song that could keep going on, that finds deep pleasure in layered repetition, that also lets me breathe and dream. – Dan.
Third Mouth is out now on Thrill Jockey.