By now, if you're a music fan, you probably already heard this record. And you already know, Bon Iver
is an album of complete thoughts, beautiful poetic wordplay over an ocean of turbulent chords (lyric example: "armour let it through, brought the arboretic truth you kept posing" Just wow). Vernon described it as the spring to For Emma
's summer, and endless outlets have described it in waves of adjectives and run-on sentences worthy of a Henry James novel. Considering the material, it makes sense. Vernon's lyrics are stand-alone free-form poetry that sticks in the mouth when read aloud, but the arrangements, from percussive noise to melodic cacophony, are top notch. Highlighting too many specific moments of elation would spoil the joy of discovering them for the first time. Little epiphanies make this record magical.