Tomberlin set herself apart with At Weddings with the looping instrumentals and ethereal vocals, but idkwntht trades mystery for what resembles more like surety; whether it be the brutal and honest self-assessment of "tap" or the relatable frustration and feelings of "happy accident," the album gives the impression that a listener is peeking through a curtain or eavesdropping from the next table over. It's a difficult mood to create, but Tomberlin does it seemingly with ease.
Few albums hit me as hard as Tomberlin's do, and this is no exception. I can only imagine that I will be listening to this regularly four years from now as well.
Songs of note: "happy accident," "tap," "born again runner," "idkwntht"