It's difficult to pinpoint exactly what it is about Cormac McCarthy's songs that pulls on the heartstrings with so much fervor. His country-blackened folk musings are composed of tightly woven narratives that hypnotize the listener with their concentrated storylines. McCarthy's voice is a smooth gift of warm tremolo that inflects like ripples flowing from a pebble dropped in the middle of a mountain lake. Like Townes Van Zandt, McCarthy displays the beauty found within the melancholy. His songs are accounts of homespun catharsis and hypothetical scenarios to which almost anyone who has ever tried to live a little before the weight of the world crushed their spirit can relate. Not to be confused with the author of the same name.
