In the Americana scene, where authenticity is hallowed, but radio[1]friendly tunes are rewarded, it isn’t surprising that The Felice Brothers are perpetual and beloved underdogs. The partnership of James and Ian Felice, who were raised in Upstate New York and cut their teeth busking in New York City, is one of folk music’s great treasures. The brothers have long created an immediately recognizable sound that, on their eighth album, continues to grow and evolve—namely, James’ gorgeous piano (and often rave-up accordion), Ian’s knotty and engaging storytelling and a set of haunting, woozy arrangements that give each song a far-off, otherworldly feeling. The Felice Brothers are notorious for recording in rickety locations (see: a chicken coop), and for From Dreams to Dust, they set up shop in a 19th-century church that Ian renovated— fostering a spiritual uplift that carries through these 13 tracks. It’s one of their strongest, most memorable albums since their late-2000s breakthrough. The importance of the album’s non-Felice personnel can’t be overstated: New bassist Jesske Hume drives these dusty tunes forward, while drummer Will Lawrence breathes life into the album’s darkest moments. You’ll also hear Bright Eyes’ Nathaniel Walcott on trumpet and Mike Mogis on pedal steel. Like always, Ian’s songwriting is mirage-like, presenting vivid observations amid blurry backdrops. On the piano-led lullaby “Blow Him Apart,” Ian takes a look back, smiling: “I took to the streets, I learned from busking/ My technique is worse than disgusting/ You can teach yourself anything/ I’m the living proof.” But that understates his power. From Dreams to Dust evokes heartbreak, gratitude and joy in equal measures, stunning folk music that all but defines “timeless.”Please enjoy this full-length feature from our July/August Issue. Not a subscriber? Show your support for only $2/month