Devendra Banhart, Oh Me Oh My...
Rolling Stone | by David Fricke
Devendra is a young Texan of strange voice and blown mindDevendra Banhart is a young Texan of strange voice and blown mind. He sings in a nasally boyish croon with outbreaks of curdled falsetto and writes short bursts of skeletal melody and run-on surrealism. Recorded with dictaphonelike fidelity, Oh Me Oh My . . . is lonesome fire in the anguished tradition of Skip Spence's Oar and Syd Barrett's breakdown records. There is also a whiff of prewar country blues, of raw materials and experience, in Banhart's miniatures of rapture and dislocation. Banhart sounds like he's strolling along the edge of madness, but his magnetic crudity makes perfect sense.