On Leaving, a hushed masterstroke of chamber folk and scorched indie-rock, the Chicago-based artist tackles heavy, existential concerns—grief, isolation, heartbreak, the simple act of existing on a world that seems less habitable with each passing day—but plays on with quiet aplomb . . .
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