It's a kind of folk music that knows what its talking about, and doesn't mind taking steps out of bounds to illustrate a feeling. The Avett Brothers are heavy on the piano, strings, and have a good habit of letting their vocals/lyrics surface at the right moments.
I haven't listened to enough of this band, and I haven't listened to them enough. Right now it seems hard to do either, as all I have is time and liters of pent up thoughts waiting to be uncorked. This band is perfect for that. It's moody without being whiny. Lines like "I wanna have friends that I can trust, that love me for the man I've become not the man that I was" are given the right kind of attention so as not to trivialize them, or make 'em seem cliche.
There are songs on this album that are reminiscent of Old Crow Medicine Show's Wagon Wheel and vibes like Sufjan's Kashmir Pulaski's Day. A melancholy high that demands your whole heart's attention. Speaking of which, I'm going to turn them up now and tune out.
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