Just another ordinary day.

The past month or so I've found myself grossly underwhelmed with the new albums coming out. Perhaps my former morbid gorging on anything I came across had left me desensitized, but nothing seemed capable of holding my attention for any length of time.

With that said, the aural appetite of this leviathan has been renewed upon stumbling across Patrick Watson's newest album, Wooden Arms.

Upon the first listen I was immediately enthralled. His ethereal voice still creeps hauntingly up my spine to reverberate within the confines of my head, and really what more could one ask for?

This album comes out later this month, so whether you were a fan of his Polaris-winning sophomore release Closer to Paradise or a newcomer to his particular, and often wonderfully peculiar, brand of "cabaret pop meets indie rock" I strongly suggest you keep your eyes open for it.

Try it: Patrick Watson - Firewood