Sean Carey tours and records with Bon Iver and his music should appeal to BI fans with some ease. The music is sparse but improbably thoughtful, with every sound in its just-right place without being stiff or over-ordered. I recall reading somewhere that Carey is primarily a percussionist and it comes out in every aspect of the music. Melodies and textures following different rhythms shuffle in and out, bouncing off of each other in a sort of Sufjan Stevens small folkorchestra take on Steve Reichian polyrhythms. Though the album is mostly acoustic instruments (albeit with almost constant buzzing electronics), many of the hushed, soulful vocal inflections and the aforementioned skittering density of the rhythmic components give the record a sort of IDM feeling, a Postal Service unplugged with vocals. Less twee, more sad, more smokey, more sleepy (not fully Rhye, but around there). A remarkable achievement.