How do you transpose fragile confessional crafted in a backwoods cabin, into a colossal space with ambience akin to an aircraft hangar?
How do you transpose fragile confessional crafted in a backwoods cabin, into a colossal space with ambience akin to an aircraft hangar?
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Nicola Meighan
If you're rugged Wisconsin songbird Justin Vernon, alias Bon Iver, you do it by draping your platform in what looks like loose hemp stalactites; by stringing fairy lights like candles; by making the stage resemble a cave. You fill that cave with woodwind, brass and strings. And then you rock. The rustic psalms from Vernon's aforesaid chalet-hewn debut, For Emma, Forever Ago (2008), were occasionally lost in space – Creature Fear felt cool, remote and flat – but they warmed to their capacious surrounds: Skinny Love came on like a rousing choral reprimand, and a stripped-back Re: Stacks, backed by support band The Staves, was a highlight.
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