this home-made album of killer bedroom pop from harrisonburg, va's nathan granofsky was introduced to me by brent finnegan on a recent visit of his to portland, and it is great. very personal songs in an intricate pop format veer between the territories of the walkmen, radiohead, and even david bowie at times. i would venture to say certain moments even remind me of "a wizard/a true star" type todd rundgren. a surprising and vital effort.
buy it from the bandcamp so nathan can keep doing what he calls his "nathing". from what i understand he plays shows from time to time in harrisonburg.