Songs of Love and Hate stayed the course. Over fluttering Spanish guitar, 36-year-old Cohen hangs his head in self-recrimination and psychic pain, details shuddering loneliness and the grotesquery of human performance. His vocal offering comes, as ever, via his gravelly baritone, often cased in reverb as if he’s singing from afar – the biblical mountains of Ararat, perhaps, or the center of the Earth.
Songs of Love and Hate stayed the course. Over fluttering Spanish guitar, 36-year-old Cohen hangs his head in self-recrimination and psychic pain, details shuddering loneliness and the grotesquery of human performance. His vocal offering comes, as ever, via his gravelly baritone, often cased in reverb as if he’s singing from afar – the biblical mountains of Ararat, perhaps, or the center of the Earth.