Words by Sean Moeller, Illustration by Johnnie Cluney, Recording engineered by Grant Johnson at Good Danny's, Austin, Texas
To steal one of his own smooth lines, everything that Chet Faker sings is on fire. He makes all of these words feel like you want to touch them. You'll approach them like you've never been taught about the flames before. They're hotter than hell and mesmerizing. He makes loneliness and sadness sound charming. These are nights with cavernous echoes and cold sheets covering half a bed. This is where time has no agenda.