Lost in the Trees

A Church That Fits Our Needs:
The result is A Church That Fits Our Needs, an album that can stand beside not only musical journeys like Neil Young’s Tonight’s the Night and Bon Iver’s For Emma, Forever Ago, but also such literature of loss as Joan Didion’s The Year of Magical Thinking. Such is the honesty of Picker’s writing that he lays before us his loss in all its complexity of sadness, fear, joy, and wonder. “Neither Here Nor There,” the first song’s title, says it all, with its turning wheel of a chorus: “I’ll walk in a golden light/After the sun burns out.” Images of transfiguration abound, becoming motifs that weave through the songs, as Picker imagines his mother reborn – “as a color she’ll rise/from the water/a golden light.” Picker’s astonishing tenor voice – an instrument that veers from Carl Wilson’s emotional purity to the otherworldly abstractions of Thom Yorke – opens our window into this intensely emotional music.


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