The latest from Andrew Tuttle travels further into the world of ambient Americana and psychedelic electronics. Stunning wide-plained instrumental vistas of ambient synth and pedal steel punctuated by meditative and lyrical banjo and acoustic guitar lines, like a slo-mo John Fahey.
An album that sits up alongside guitarists working on ambient zoners (thinking of Pan American or Barry Walker Jr. here), but also the kind of thing that I feel like would be adored by fans of Cassandra Jenkins, the War On Drugs, or Kurt Vile.
-Mitch