Nick Argyriou

The erudite, ominous musical soundscapes of Brooklyn, New York’s Sharon Van Etten continue to make us ruminate on the significance of our own existence. Firstly there’s the soulful rock rhythms and worrying, slowburn, confessional recollections from Van Etten’s mind. While the sifting through of reflections into her meditative spoken-word folk vocal recalls Karen Dalton and Joni Mitchell. She also draws parallels to a more modern day Julianna Barwick, and Vermont’s honeyed Appalachian trio, Mountain Man. It’s all rather gloriously sullen. Read on…