Audio By Carbonatix
Cass McCombs is a weird guy. The kind of guy you’d expect to find huddled in the corner at a party, bristling at social interaction. He’s a loner, but a self-inflicted one, choosing to live in a world of his own making rather than the one he finds himself in. After releasing five albums since his debut in 2003, McCombs catalog explores themes of isolation, life, death and religiosity with depth of feeling, unmasked frustration and gorgeous articulation. Tinkering with everything from garage rock to somber, guitar-heavy anthems, the self-admitted “lyrics are my racket” songwriter never settled on a musical style, but Wit’s End, his most recent effort, is perhaps the most consistent conceived yet. The existential crisis ever plaguing McCombs is at critical levels, but is still intriguingly listenable. His hyper-lyricism is front and center, and his fragile tenor falls somewhere between John Lennon and Robyn Hitchcock.
