Soul-nurturing folk anthems about being battered, dented and generally latently broken: the beautiful new album from Gregory Alan Isakov.
If the nerve were there for a little bit of pathos, not at all new, but always nice to hear, well, insight: Even if there are definitely differences in nuances, deep inside, roughly where that Happiness comes from here and the tears, the passions and such are all enormously the same. equally beautiful. Same stupid. Equally confused and equally searching. And if we fall, then we all break down a bit. So a little bit more.