Don’t This Look Like the Dark :: On Magnolia Electric Co.’s Sojourner

A decade ago, alone in his Indianapolis apartment, Jason Molina died, his body no longer able to keep up with what it kept calling for. Seven years prior to his death he was a man on fire. His creative process was fueled by a recognition of darkness, resulting in incredibly confessional and stark albums . . .

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