If there's a better songwriter than Will Oldham over the last fifteen years or so, I'd like to hear her/him. Packed full of bleak gnomic wisdom and bizarre non sequitur filled humour, his songs posses an originality sorely lacking among today's singer songwriters.
As comfortable and eloquent detailing life's big questions as recounting the joys of cunnilingus, Will Oldham is an indie deity. And rightly so.
He's almost ludicrously prolific, rarely a year goes past without an Oldham composition of some sort- there are usually several- and they're always worth listening to.
His latest offering, Wolfroy Goes To Town, is great but today's track is from 2007's The Letting Go.
An album well worth checking out, as full of tunes as of insight, with beautiful female backing vocals offsetting Oldham's wizened bark.
The song is about the randomness of love, occuring as it does, in spite of 'the dead flying though the sky'. A curious and wondrous phenomenon, much like the Bonnie Prince himself.
I must get round to a Wolfroy... review, but in the meanwhile, check this, and check the rest, the dude ain't put a foot wrong, like, ever.
Love Comes To Me
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