Can't say we know that much about Montreal's
Leif Vollebekk. You don't want to. There's a mystery here - a lonesome Sal Paradise meets Llewyn Davis figure traveling the country singing these plaintive ballads to half-full rooms in the middle of the plains somewhere. While the artist may not abide, or even enjoy, our romantic Kerouac-ian picture of him - Vollebekk's album
North Americana paints these pictures sonically with ruminative piano lines, softly strummed guitars and a vocal delivery floating between Buckley and Morrison. It's these charms that have kept us coming back to the album for weeks, and likely weeks to come.
yes this is nice!!!
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great one!
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