Wolf Face

A record of what it is like to be alive in this world. It is particular to one man, and his dog, his wife, his daughter, his friends, and a little house in Cincinnati in this century, and in being so faithful to the details of an individual existence, in sounding in minor keys, it is able to resonate in major ones. Where you might expect irony, there is intelligent empathy, where most of us would stop at sadness, Matt Hart persists into wonderment. He isn't feeling or noticing anything any of us haven't felt or noticed before. But his spirit might be extra large, more evolved, his armspan more expansive. He isn't blind to the small and large horrors or sadnesses of our time, but he is still choosing to sing. And the whole thing is a song. -Darcie Dennigan