The former Red House Painter has always given listeners an unedited glimpse into the life of the working troubadour (setting up, soundchecking, half-empty shows).
And, at times, Among the Leaves feels like stealing a look into Mark Kozelek's notebooks – complete with cringey rhymes and margin notes. It could all go horribly wrong, but a hitherto only-hinted-at humour (try "UK Blues") punctuates this hypnotic and haunting glimpse into an imperial isolation.
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