Brock Tyler’s Unclosing is not for the fast and the furious crowd. The local songwriter has created an album that is dreamy, its head floating along in the clouds high above rather than tearing along the ground at street level. But, while Tyler’s voice is an ethereal creature that at times reaches toward a whispered falsetto without actually going the whole distance, the music keeps one foot firmly on the ground, with mandolins and banjos keeping it all from drifting off into incorporeal nothingness.

“Sparkle Street” is a fine example of the thoughtfulness that holds tightly onto this album, taking what could pass in mere moments of real time—walking along a sidewalk, getting in a car and heading home—and elongating it to the point that it feels like slow motion. The song itself doesn’t drag, though, shimmering as it sets the scene with little urge to hurry along. Unclosing is an album for reflection, best suited to a time when night has already fallen, a bottle of wine is at hand and there is no need for speed.

Eden Munroe, Vue Weekly