DeCicca’s records are always good, but this one is especially striking. The writing, the playing, the singing, the arrangements, all work together in an unshowy but very satisfying way. A high note in an already impressive career, these songs interleave the sweet transitory pleasures of living here on earth with an awareness of the unknowable beyond . . .
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