Music

Its a message about what happens when we are left alone for too long, and the tangled webs we weave around ourselves.

With a mid-tempo acoustic fingerpicking pattern and some gorgeous harmonies, Corey Kilgannon immediately strikes a poised simplicity reminiscent of the late George Harrison.

With the deep groove here, the belly moan vocals, and the gurgling synth-bass, this is a modern sound that reflects some of the best of what we call roots.

The final takeaway is a dark poem to the one that got away, one that is equal parts self-humiliation, catharsis, and defeatism.

Its all poise and posture and expectation, the assembly of a perfect weekend with the building blocks of friendship, mystery, and attraction.

A confident hand measures the doses of acoustic guitar, a fluttering pulse-driven electric bass, and the vocal pills of a beautifully understated duet.

Its a walk in the afternoon sunshine; in the style of an Elliott Smith, Alex Siegel makes groove entirely out of a guitar strum and the barest of drum kits.

Its a chamber pop sensibility and the lyrical style of a jazz crooner on his fourth Scotch-with-1-ice-cube.