
Francesco Amoroso per TRISTE©
With his third album under his own name, Nightmare World I See The Horizon, Logan Farmer deepens the sense of quiet collapse that has long defined his work, expanding the intimate desolation of Still No Mother and A Mold For The Bell into something broader, more accusatory. If earlier releases asked how one might endure a world in decline, Nightmare World I See The Horizon poses a more unsettling question: how does one live with oneself while watching that decline unfold, comfortably and complicitly? The focus shifts toward the origins of ruin and our (as humans) uneasy role in sustaining it. Farmer’s songwriting still moves with a hushed, deliberate pace, rooted in fragile acoustic textures and spectral atmospheres, but the emotional register has subtly changed. The sorrow and dread remain, yet they are now threaded with a sense of shame. The result is a work that feels less like witnessing catastrophe and more like inhabiting it. There is a heightened self-awareness in both the lyrics and the arrangements, as though each sound has been carefully weighed. Building on the stark intimacy of A Mold For The Bell, which transformed everyday impressions into something ominous and reflective, Farmer now embraces a wider sonic palette. Elements of slowcore and Americana emerge giving the record a raw, spacious quality. The collaborations, subtle yet vital, add depth without disrupting the album’s core restraint. These textures frame a series of songs that drift between the personal and the collective, where environmental collapse, violence, and digital numbness blur into a single, continuous horizon. It is a stark, contemplative record: unflinching, immersive, and quietly devastating.
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