Ben Howard
[Tunage] Collections From The Whiteout
On Ben Howard’s sublime and groovy fourth album, he further solidifies himself as one of the most patient and mesmerizing rockers of our time. In a match made in indie heaven, he engaged The National’s ever present Aaron Dessner to produce, and a supergroup of collaborators to record one of the richest albums of the year. On standouts like “Sorry Kid” he sings of movers and shakers making money and playing a rigged game: “To play the game without a hand / You really must be a stand-up man.”
Howard’s only real competition in the rarified air of modern folk is the great Argentinian Swede José González. They both share a style and ethos that combines serenity with laid back intensity. Both have angelic voices, which they pair with gently strummed guitars and a kind of moody optimism.
When I think about the not so distant future when artists are touring again, energized to play for fans starving for that live spark and connection, Howard’s “Whiteout” tour will be at the top of my list. Until then bathe in the glory of this minor masterpiece of small moments and transcendent understatement.
