All That Fall by Dick Texas

Grief typically manifests like a thunderstorm, rushing in on a violent gale and wreaking havoc with its torrential downpours and roaring thunder. On All That Fall by Dick Texas on the other hand, grief manifests as a stagnant, arid August heat wave, gradually dialing up our discomfort without releasing all its energy in one cathartic blast. A unique slowcore style casts us out into this vast desert, suspending us in the shock stage of the grieving process with eerily whimsical lyrics and a disarming Americana aesthetic. Where these approachable elements would suggest an impending release, the tension created by circular repetition, claustrophobic melodies, and dissonant harmonies instead spirals endlessly, compounding over each cycle to create a wildly emotionally intense atmosphere within such an unassuming framework. Soon, this dream world will shatter, its strange logic imploding as the reality of an ever-shifting world floods in from all sides, but for now we see no evidence of cracks on the endless blue sky, left to bake in our emotional desert as we pray for a cloud to pass overhead.