Considering his propensity for quirky social references, perhaps Jeffrey Lewis’ discography is best listened to like a strange set of audio almanacs.
A pal of the The Moldy Peaches, Lewis’ music is most certainly on the same sunny wavelength as the goofy tunes of fellow anti-folk artist Kimya Dawson. On first listen, Lewis’ music is solely comprised of mindless effusions put to less-than-melodic vocals and folksy guitar plucks, but it’s really the underlying combination of modestly self-deprecating lyrics and not taking things too seriously that makes it surprisingly catchy.
The songs of A Turn in the Dream-Songs touch on subjects ranging from Pitchfork’s music ratings, the workings of science and memories from past relationships. The musical aspects vary just as much — spacey synth, delicate drums and guitar picking. Although the songs may roll off Lewis’ tongue, it’s trying to keep up with the banter that turns listening into a fun challenge.
Lewis praises all things cult-like on “Cult Boyfriend,” from writers like Flannery O’Connor and “cult” comic books and radio stations. Throwing out lyrics like “A cult boyfriend is like a record in a bargain bin / No one knows its worth till a collector comes in,” Lewis’ fast-paced ramblings keep things upbeat and honest, even admitting at the end that “this song probably won’t go very far beyond an open mic.”
It’s not hard to get trapped in the lull that presents itself mid-album, with tracks growing longer and often sending the listener on a walk through the doldrums. Although Lewis does a fair job of turning the album into a balancing act of the energetic and mellow, a few of the songs still turn into long-winded tangents.
Overall, A Turn In the Dream-Songs represents earnestness at its finest. Lewis isn’t concerned with perfecting his craft, but instead creating music that is relatable and based in mundane and silly life experiences. Lewis’ music requires more attention than most, but it’s bound to bring some sunshine to the day.
