
I don't think it's happened before... not to me, at least. Wooden Arms , Patrick Watson's 3rd full length is so intoxicating, so magical, that it has pushed every thing I've heard since, down a notch, or two. And it's not just Watson's voice, one that lives somewhere between the rooted grainy echo of M Ward and the soaring mercurial grace of Jeff Buckley, it's the music which carries, and is carried by, that voice. Some music is simpler for me to understand than others, although that doesn't mean I can't enjoy it. I understand Elvis Perkins, [...]