An Overwhelming Love for Nothing in Particular

. . . on which we find our hero returning to the more expanded forms of earlier music. Along the way we amble through a quasi-Moroccan rave up, a mock French chanson, some jangly 12-string pop, some chilling chamber folk, and something like garage rock, all living and dying on the lyrics. Which are all about living and dying. Or living or dying. Lots of living, just the right amount of dying.