It’s all cast-iron skillet and campfire light, his dusty voice painting a whistful picture that does his given name justice.
Here is a musician who sings thoughtfully of the world he inhabits and who accepts all its contingencies, excitement and ordinariness.
A quiet reflection on what it means to always be on the leaving side of things.
There’s a melancholic echo that accompanies Bronchtein’s low buzzing vocals. He peels back the ornate layers of nomadic life revealing an overcast and solemn mood....That sense of mood and feel helps elevate the album through sparse arrangements that focus on Bronchtein’s evocative delivery and sincere lyrics. Faint swells of pedal steel and synthesizer give off warm and hazy hues glow underneath and above Bronchtein’s finger-picking.
His voice is dusty, world-weary and intimate, a melancholic caress, his guitar work simple and uncluttered.
Bronchtein’s voice is amplified by the chilling slide of Jason Montgomery’s [pedal steel] strings...this is someone you definitely need to know.
Bronchtein has carved out his own place within the contemporary folk scene, his distinctive vocals and unerring ability to write poignant, evocative vignettes placing him amongst the finest in the genre.
Well if this ain’t folk music at its by-God best… Bronchtein writes with a thoughtful melancholy here. The song’s body rises out of the guitar with artsy fervor. There are all sorts of turns and sonic hues in the backing track. It’s so much more than a guy and his guitar, but that is definitely the root of what makes the song great. It makes you want to unplug and just lay under the stars for a long, long time. It’s glorious.