Graeme Thomson

A story of reflection and self-discovery: Anaïs Mitchell’s new album reviewed

As a piece the album is rootsy, warm and nicely imperfect

Recorded more or less live in a converted church near Woodstock, NY, they are songs of death, love, marriage, memory

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