INDIE ROCK
Carnation finds Gibson settling his delivery into a groove suggesting all manner of indie-minded crooners. You’ll now hear a lot in common with Matt Berninger of The National (“Heaven You Better Come In”), Mark Sandman of Morphine (“I Let Him Deal”), Chris Isaak (“Shatter You Through”), even hints of New Romantic balladeers from The Smiths and Spandau Ballet. This is both the album’s blessing and curse: Gibson weaves his breathy drawl and gravelly melodies in and out of this processed backwoods haze to the point where meaning becomes mumble. For an LP with instrumentation that so regularly sounds beautiful, it’s a little disappointing that Daughn Gibson’s identity is one constructed from obscurity. The devil on Carnation isn’t in the details, but in the lack thereof.
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