On solitude, and the sound of leveraging lament.
“I often go up into the mountains, to write and disconnect from the world,” says Moses Sumney, his cadence soft and measured, as he rides the train from Montreal to Toronto.
Solitude is a precious commodity for Sumney, and its delicate fruits are everywhere to be found on Lamentations—an all-too-brief but unified group of songs culled from his latest album. The EP’s title is carefully chosen, like most of the words Sumney uses, and its contents find him reckoning with loneliness, the limits of intimacy and entrapment within the self.
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