Even during its most melancholic and introspective moments, Toward The Low Sun exudes a fervid, unstoppable hopefulness.
It might lack the cinematic force afforded by extended track lengths and album-arching thematics, but Toward The Low Sun finds Dirty Three functioning at a consistently (and characteristically) high level
Dirty Three are still pushing their distinctive aesthetic forward on Toward the Low Sun
After an iffy start, Toward the Low Sun thankfully picks up a head full of steam in its closing stretch
If things hadn’t begun so impetuously and then been so slow to recover thereafter, Toward the Low Sun could have really soared.
I must really love this plaintive, dusty Americana style because despite this having middling reviews I think it’s rather good.
In fact, if someone were to propose I was followed the rest of my waking days by a band entasked with providing a soundtrack to my every movement...well I’d choose the Dirty Three to do the job.
They’re pretty much the only ones I could imagine doing it without driving me nuts.
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