Where Projections felt as if Tomberlin were letting slip a world altering secret, i don’t know who needs to hear this… exquisitely articulates the comfort and beauty hidden in the links that bind the repetitious and strangely coincidental moments of the human experience.
Throughout her relatively short career, Tomberlin has crafted a language that weaves delicate tales that spill and overflow. “tap” flourishes and unravels into an endless highway: exhaling with a transitory breath, she finds the beauty in not having all the answers; “Should I take some vitamins, I don’t know what to take / And I should sleep more, but I’m always wide awake”. “possessed” falls into it’s own celestial gravity, and the Grouper reminiscent “unsaid” plays like her voice is slowly giving out, as thoughts can’t quite keep up. It is the remarkable sound of her clear-cut mind, gently expelled within only five minutes of song.
Listeners of Tomberlin’s music will be familiar with her unique song building style. “memory” and “collect caller” sound as if they’re being moulded in real time: the former’s breathtakingly simple arrangement highlights the skin tingling levity Tomberlin’s voice can possess; the latter’s tension filled repetition alludes to it’s organic conception. Though these songs may have the air of newness, they are clearly meticulously put together.
On lead single, “idkwntht” she confides; “this song is simple, but it ain’t easy to sing it like it is, believe me”. There is a warmth reminiscent of nursery rhymes, and their kind melodies, that makes the record sound as if it has existed forever. The intimacy of “sun struck”; “I went looking for myself by myself / and it wasn’t close to easy but it sure did help”, and the familiar sweetness of “happy accident”; You said I got the spark, well baby, are you the flint?”, provides an air of nostalgia, as if it were unearthed from the archives.
I don’t know who needs to hear this… finds Tomberlin firmly stood in the language of her own making. She redefines song structure, alluding to the intrinsically mirrored fashion in which life pans out; like life, far beyond the close, these songs continue to spin.