If some music is made out of sonic blocks that seem to totally cover the musical canvas, I-35 is more the sound of a watercolour artist putting down only the most necessary, not to mention seductive, sonic lines and then gently shading in some of them with the most delicate sonic hues.
There is something of the old-school singer-songwriter troubadour tradition here, but also a darkness and introspection which feels more connected to modern exponents of the craft. Particularly when it briefly flirts with raw and ragged, garage rock sonics to finally push the song over the line.
Lovely stuff. Lovely stuff, indeed.