Miraculous collection of falsely naïve lullabies.

Sparklehorse's an odd group. We should rather say: Mark Linkous is a strange musician since Sparklehorse appears to be the extension of his personality. Linkous, accustomed mishaps (a fall down stairs was stuck in a wheelchair for months), was elevated to bluegrass and escaped one time to the coal mines of Virginia - land where he finally found his track, a dark and patched country-rock, as delicate as the tense textures.
Sparklehorse is nevertheless one of the best kept secrets of America. It is certain, when we finally adopted the twelve pop beads pastoral "It's a Wonderful Life."
This is the title track everything begins: is plunged in apnea, a cottony pace lullaby appears and old vinyl squeaks are heard. On the air of light rhyme, where Linkous whispers more than it sings, like a bad dream (singing of a lost childhood?), The art of Sparklehorse deploys to our delight. The suite is a succession of beautiful tunes we want to keep to yourself: ethereal, sweet and intimate, with sumptuous violin arrangements and spectral melodies smells of strawberry-fields-forever ("Gold Day "" Comfort Me "). It smells like bread and jam on waking, the sun rays radiating harvest late summer, the memory of an old faded photograph of the attic. And occasionally, only when necessary, turn the volume background to better impose the songs ("Piano Fire", "King Of Nails"). Finally, luxury collaborations are in the game: the hoarse voice of the storyteller ethyl unclassifiable Tom Waits barks on "Dog Door" and the well-chosen muses voice (the voice of PJ Harvey, who combines perfectly with that scrapie Linkous) bringing an extra touch of delicacy to this collection of beautiful songs.
The magical finesse of writing and the clear atmosphere in which the securities are progressing, make "It's A Wonderful Life", despite his air of not touching it, a large disk terribly human.