By Stephan Boissonneault
With There Is Nothing In The Dark That Isn’t There In The Light, the veteran vocalist leans into intimate, searching folk.
The year is 2024 in an alternate universe that looks and feels much like our own. In that world, self-care is elevated, group meditation is artistic collaboration and Michael Scott Dawson’s latest album is on repeat in everyone’s headphones as they move through liminal spaces.
The Tinnitus Chorus weaves together existential explorations with aural echoes on a gentle loom as the tapestry folds and unfolds on itself throughout the album’s runtime. Dawson invites a cast of kindred characters to weave alongside him, contributing flashes of brilliance in unexpected places. It’s a beautiful, kaleidoscopic journey with no particular destination in mind.
By Stephan Boissonneault
With There Is Nothing In The Dark That Isn’t There In The Light, the veteran vocalist leans into intimate, searching folk.
By Sam Hendriks
A refined turn toward clarity reveals Melody Prochet at her most grounded and assured.
By Judynn Valcin
Inside the Montréal musician’s shift toward ease, openness, and a sound that refuses to collapse even as it teeters.