For My Crimes Marissa Nadler Bella Union Records Between her spectral warble and stark songwriting, Marissa Nadler commands close attention without resorting to showy turns or cluttered compositions. Her first album to feature cover art she painted herself, For My Crimes is another reliable slow-burn. Yet as solitary as the music can be, collaborations are key this time around: acclaimed peers such as Sharon Van Etten and Angel Olsen sing selected harmonies, while Mary Lattimore adds a harp halo to Are You Really Going to Move to the South? On the standout Blue Vapor, Hole drummer Patty Schemel and string arranger Janel Leppin join forces to impart palpable drama. That particular track is so valuable because it breaks up the familiar procession of hushed reveries and laments, as does the welcome burst of movement within the closing Said Goodbye to That Car. Nadler’s delicate voice is rich with nuance, whether leaning toward a lonesome country pull or gospel-style redemption. Her lyrics are neatly evocative, often hinging on simple repetitions of the title phrase and poignant pleas such as “Please don’t remember me for my crimes”. I Can’t Listen to Gene Clark Anymore is a glacial triumph, detailing how the music we love can get tied up in times we don’t want to remember. But given such folkie strumming and the fact that only one song passes the four-minute mark, the album feels like a series of promising sketches. Flame Thrower especially vanishes too quickly into the ether, a gorgeous meditation on transformation by fire that could have been nurtured longer. Then again, that fleeting sensation only sends us back that much sooner to revisit these gossamer offerings.