“I imagine myself playing these songs in a small club that is slowly burning,” says A. Savage of his second solo record, Several Songs About Fire. Born in 1986 in Denton, Texas and raised around the newspaper where his parents both worked, A. Savage became a headline of his own making as the wunderkind frontman of Parquet Courts by 2012. After more than a decade of the life in New York which informed the socially conscious, formally hyperfluid stylings of a band that defined an era of urbanity, Savage has left the city and the United States, marking his exit with a masterpiece of maturity.  “Fire is something you have to escape from, and in a way this album is about escaping from something. This album is a burning building, and these songs are things I’d leave behind to save myself.”

The songs themselves were marked by constraint even as Savage drafted them, sculpted in part in the bucolic, nocturnal hush of rural England, where he and Jack Cooper worked deep into night trying not to wake Cooper’s sleeping daughter. “Every song had to be able to be stripped down to just an acoustic guitar,” says Savage. “If you can distill a song into a single instrument, it’s much easier to understand it.” The intimacy of these tracks are refracted by the presence of some of his closest friends, among them Cate LeBon, who listened to Andrew at work on what would become the album during a US tour in 2022. “It was really special to see them come into existence and to then be in the studio working on them with him. The beautiful friction of shoulder to shoulder was replaced by something else.”

Influenced by the vernacular sensitivities of Sybille Baier and Townes Van Zandt, Savage joins a canon of songwriters whose project is a constantly dilating aperture and perspective. Opening the album with “Hurtin’ or Healed,” where he stoically observes “in the mirror someone’s crying/ with the same eyes as me,” Savage slowly marries the bleak drift of secular life with the grandness of antiquity—in that track describing the “gods held my heels” and in another the selfsame gods “who don’t exist or care.” In rendering the signage of laundromats and threats of debt collectors as glistering and totemic as the scope of mountains, rivers, seas, and skies, Savage finds hopes and curses in equal measure—inviting the listener to consider a life in which attention is a religion, and the body is the divine text. Several Songs About Fire stands as an act of nearly libidinal rebellion against a moment when so much of life is the blue light of screens, an album whose topic is no less than the sublime: the moments in which a sensory experience becomes a holiness or possession of its own, and the self floats above it. Like the survivor of exodus, Savage says: “I don’t really remember the process of writing. I just see the evidence of it when I reopen a notebook.”






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