Canadian Jordan Klassen makes you believe that you're making the right calls in choosing to let death come to you slowly. He justifies your every attempt to feel it out a bit more and not rush to any conclusions just yet. The songs that he plays here are mostly plaintive, but they find their ways of pounding it home that longevity is all a matter of patience and patience is all a matter of longevity and never the two shall meet, but they will look hard at one another, occasionally, and get a tingly sense of deja vu. These rare interactions feel like happy moments and it leads to songs like "Threads" feeling like happy moments, when he sings:
"I am sold to the open
I am holding a sail to the sky
I won't trade for a closing
I don't want to sell bread for mud pies
My mind is broke and I'm not a handyman
I'm not a wealthy man
but you can
with sticks and hands
come stitch a pulse where the threads have ran
You are not a fallen angel
you are not far away from my side and
breathing soft in the morning
blowing off all the scales of nighttime
And I can't hold my own when the blood is there
when tiny eyes do stare
but you can
with joyful hands
come wrap a blanket around this man."