Mr. Wells is in the wrong business: he should have been a blues singer. On his homage to Louisville, Kentucky, he can’t live with your fears and worries, nor does he think its ever going to work out, and you will haunt him, how you will haunt him. His Daniel Johnston-style vocals showcase these both heartfelt — and heartbreaking — lyrics.

Gorgeous string arrangements back up Wells’ style of intimate, cozy folk.  The opener is definitely perfect for a Wes Andersen film, and “Why Didn’t Someone Tell Me” beautifully illustrates a “we’ve all been there” moment. “Plainsong, Folksong” kicks the butt of anything in Jack Johnson or John Mayer’s overrated catalogs. The precious melody of “To Live in Dreams and Memories” is befitting of a moment around the campfire, or while going over just where it all went wrong. I’m not so sure that the elegant closer “Whose Sound Dies Out Along The Wind” actually needed to be over eight minutes long, but it does accurately describe the futility of trying to appease a jealous lover.

Wells’ tunes are perfect for an evening dinner party, but the subject matter is best appreciated once you’ve been there yourself.  Tailor made for fans of both Johnston, Elliott Smith, or Sufjan Stevens.

(Louisville is for Lovers, PO Box 406801, Louisville, KY 40204)