The album is wonderfully uneven and mysteriously unfinished, and while we might look forward to its second half for a sense of balance and completion, I’m content enough to dwell amidst its own jagged remains.
This record, as much of Elverum’s work is, is a grower in the most beautiful sense, and one that I can’t imagine will lose its brilliance any time soon.
It feels like a collection of secrets Elverum has cupped in his palm to pour directly, and privately, into your ear alone, a rich meditation on the many meanings of the word "home."
The stars align, in the form humming organs, and a clear moon is all we see. Elverum’s glow has never shined so bright.
Clear Moon is yet another immensely accomplished record by any immensely accomplished musician.
Elverum’s utilization of metallic and avant-garde elements into what might otherwise be considered a folk album demonstrates a songwriter unlimited by genre and also turned on by creative possibility.
Clear Moon is a thunderous effort, but it’s hard to ignore the other Phil Elverum hiding behind the clouds, composing his next tweet.
|# 6 -||Nitsuh Abebe (New York Magazine)|