The Wisconsin native's minimalist soul searching tries to reconcile his best intentions with an unforgiving world.
Thankfully love and acceptance still feature big: if they didn't he'd surely be dead by now.
Hick folk Heaven from Montana: Several years before Bon Iver holed up in the Wisconsin wilds, Graham Lindsey was there
in his log cabin, spading out scarifying songs like a latterday Hasil Adkins. The music is by turns
desolate, angry and aching.
Well-traveled folk that's both hick and haunting. There's something strange in the water, and Lindsey's drunk it up.
A fine, uncompromising singer-writer...
Excellent... dark Americana, informed by his travels around the country.
Angry, literate singer-songwriter, who lives in the Wisconsin woods...
-CHICAGO SUN TIMES
Lindsey's lyrical gifts come tumbling down in a torrent of scathing snarls and aching croons.
Lindsey's a throwback to the ramblin' folk singers of old.
While Lindsey's calling card is scruffy folk blues, his work contains no trace of the cloying earnestness
which is often the bane of the modern troubadour. That's not to say Lindsey doesn't have the soul of a poet.
It's just that his songs - torn, frayed, and steeped in gothic mystery - practically rebel against
any hint of sentimentality.
He sings like he's been sleeping in a roadside ditch for years - and enjoys it.
We Are All Alone In This Together might stand next to John Wesley Harding and not blush with shame.
Terrific, astringent record.
-THE INDEPENDENT (UK)
An intense, hard-charging persona reliant on reverence for nature
and irreverence for nearly everything else.
...Pure, deeply affecting music. For sheer honesty, grit, and gut-wrenching emotional wrestling
this guy makes it sound like Justin Vernon spent his time in the mountains playing Hungry Hippos
with a busload of New England party girls.