Tom Brosseau's sixth album sounds like it turned up in a suitcase covered in dust in someone's attic, marked "folk music - open after my death". In fact, he's an LA resident who recorded it in Bristol (with PJ Harvey producer John Parish), and is loved by Bono. Brosseau's forte - armed with only his guitar, a feminine croon and some tales - is achingly fragile voice-near-the-microphone stuff. He writes like a literary observer, capturing moments like the time he danced on the bar with a lover, or glimpsed a girl in a yellow dress under a red sunset. The perfection is tinged by darkness, such as My Peggy Dear's impulses towards death, which is delivered in an eerily Jeff Buckley falsetto. Future legend status is probably best served by Instructions to Meet the Devil, in which Brosseau plots a meeting at the crossroads, right down to details of what he'll wear.
Dave Simpson is a Guardian music critic and author