Beneath his voice would be an acoustic guitar, a bleak synth, and not much else.
While that sounds like a recipe for gloomy music, it never came across that way.
His openness let listeners know that its okay to not be okay.
Credit: Alexander Black
Butgr, Sumneys new double album, is unlike anything hes released.
For one, its louder; this isnt the night-themed folk-oriented music of his recent past.
Its also bolder, full of stadium-sized anthems designed for wider audiences.
Jagjaguwar
Butgrwades into a space where things are still a bit hazy.
Listening to it is like flipping through a worn diary.
The latter likens private school to being prepped for American capitalism: Join the workforce, the colony.
Here, Sumney volleys between joy and sadness, satisfaction and restlessness.
I dont wanna live here, he declares.
Sometimes dont wanna live at all.
I insist upon my right to be multiple, they declare.
Even more so, I insist upon the recognition of my multiplicity.
What I no longer do is take pains to explain it or defend it.
