Trevor Powers has always been a distinctly detailed songwriter, able to create worlds within his songs that push well beyond their runtime. On Rarely Do I Dream, Powers harnesses this to craft a sprawling, mystical account of his own life - part album, part audio memoir.
Sonically, this is suitable dreamy and nostalgic, weaving his own home video audio throughout and thoughtfully layering his compositions within the static. It's like if the end of Scott Street was an album. There's a tactility to the sound that realises the stories being told whether they are suburban and personal, or mythical and folkloric.
What a voice, what an album. Glad Powers is back.
