With , violin virtuoso took another conscious step to broaden his career when he moved out of Chicago to a farm in northwest Illinois, renovated the barn into a recording studio, and left the label for the small indie (the album was later licensed to 's label) to create his most distinct recording to date. Only two of the members lend their abilities here (hence the billing of the record as a solo venture): longtime comrade , with his fluid and melodic drumming, adds to much of the recording, as does vocalist/guitarist , whose voice sounds like it was made to duet with 's. Contributions by collaborator on minimal guitar and production round out the cast on this moody and transfixing effort. The violin is the most prominent component by far; layer upon layer create beautifully complex string sections and saturate the soundscapes behind 's eloquent lyricism. This is nothing new, as evidenced on his astonishing predecessor, , but his approach to the instrument -- a great deal of pizzicato, strumming, and liberal use of effects -- suggests that prepared not only for a unique advance on his songwriting, but also how he would pull off these songs in a live solo setting, which was partially documented on his live EP of 2002, . An excellent display of this layering approach is the truly progressive title track -- one of the greatest moments in 's career. The entire track is assembled solely with multi-tracked violins fluttering in and out, one fingerpicked almost like a banjo roll, and at the three-and-three-quarters-minute mark, an octave pedal is applied to the pizzicato violin, pitching the notes down two octaves to provide a bassline underneath a vivid, cinematic, delicate, yet broad and sweeping choir of violins and whistling. Not to get too far ahead; the title track is not the first example of 's aptitude for whistling on , or indeed for his entire catalog, but this recording (his fourth full-length) is the first to showcase his ability to do so, adding another dynamic to the talented vocalist. In fact, the opening track, aptly titled begins with a whistled melody and 's guitar accompaniment, then breaks into a comfortable lyrically borrowing from and based on the poem of the same title. The journey through the rest of is just as relaxed, passing through 's most sinister composition, with its slightly atonal and creepy, high violins; the gem guided by 's shuffling drums and rhythmic vocal play by and ; and an inspired take on which serves as the crescendo of the album. In the end, is the kind of perfection any number of artists strive for; the performance is passionate, lucid, and engaging, and the recording has depth and warm ambience to the point that the room itself becomes an instrument (one can hear the creaking of the floorboards under 's feet on the title track). The album in its entirety achieves a rarity in music where the production, performance, and sincerity -- with arrangements which never sound forced -- meet the quality of the songwriting, resulting in a timeless effort where the sum is greater than its parts. ~ Gregory McIntosh