Greg Freeman

Greg Freeman deals in biblical deluges, apocalyptic fever dreams, Floridian miscreants, and green mountain malaise. On his excellent debut LP I Looked Out, Greg's voice takes center stage, creaking, crooning, and cutting through clouds of static. The songs are linked together by a palpable urgency, whether it is the punch-in-the-face, careening momentum of "Tower," the country-gazing guitar squall of "Souvenir Heart," or the singalong finale of "Palms." Careful arrangements and production choices bring out the best of the 7-piece band that ornament the album with pedal steel, horns, eerie...