“There’s a pleasant, nearly conversational quality to Brosseau’s wry speak-sing, evoking Cass McCombs and Jeffrey Lewis or even David Bromberg. The effect is quietly jarring, like a stranger relating unspeakable trauma out loud to no one in particular in the middle of a coffee shop.”
Read the full review over at Pitchfork.
Brosseau’s upcoming album Perfect Abandon drops next month.
