“Fear Love; Taste Blood.” Sharon Van Etten.

“Fear Love; Taste Blood.” Sharon Van Etten.

In line with that which Harold Melvin & the Blue Notes once preached, “If you don’t know me by now/ You will never, never, never know me” and if you do indeed know me by now, you’ll most likely know of that debilitating obsession with Ms. Sharon Van Etten of mine. If you’ve already stumbled around these parts today then you’ll most likely also know that I last night indulged in her unblemished live show for the fifth time in almost as many months, and that she then thieved a thousand breaths with an as yet untitled new song. Lyrically, if still in a somewhat amorphous form it is debatably her most provocative yet whilst musically, her lonesome guitar proves strikingly redolent of Jeff Buckley’s Last Goodbye. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve now heard it, and thought as such I most likely ought share it. Heck – maybe you already heard it… I fondly recall scouring YouTube for newly débuted live stuffs on skived school lunchbreaks gone hungry. If now were then, I’d have heard this one weeks ago. But it’s here below, and available at the click of a solitary button – beamed in from last week’s Primavera Club in Guimarães, Portugal.


Sharon Van Etten plays this weekend’s All Tomorrow’s Parties curated by The National.

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