Fevers and Mirrors
5/29/2000 | London Times | Album Review
Twenty-year-old Nebraskan Conor Oberst has a wonderful way round a tortured motif. He sometimes sings frantically, like a latter-day Leonard Cohen, but his music - all fuzzy lo-fi keyboards and drums - recalls the Twenties glare of Brecht's cabaret. Songs such as The Calendar Hung Itself and A Spindle, A Darkness, A Fever & A Necklace also recall fellow American Daniel Johnston in both intensity of emotion and self immolating despair. There are gorgeous melodies throughout, though, and even if Fevers and Mirrors does open with a minute-long recording of a child talking about its dread of seperation, this is a stunning and haunting album. One for all those disaffected Belle & Sebastian fans.