Travis Sehorn's new album reveals a dusty, dreamy soundscape that seems just right for star-gazing in the desert. That Sehorn comes from the Rocky Mountains is no matter. You could also imagine his psych-country-folk tunes filling the air on a Missoula summer's eve while watching a meteor shower or while curled up beneath the pulsing Northern Lights during a camping trip in the Mission Mountains. It's not even so strange that Sehorn now lives in New Orleans, since you can pick out a tinge of urban grittiness here and there when he really gets into the guitar noodling.
Stoned Womb runs the gamut. Some tracks, like "Back When We Were" and "Stoned From the Womb," are psychedelic and muddy, with just a hint of Neil Young; they burn slow, eddying in reverb and chords that bay like wild dogs. You might like these tracks best if you are stoned, or at least feeling introspective.
More narrative efforts—like the nostalgic "Old Flames," which prominently features the high hum of slide guitar, and the harmonica-filled train-hopping anthem "Cause I'm Gone"ground the album in something less nebulous. These songs are what best showcase Sehorn's raw talent as a singer-songwriter. A decade ago, he sharpened his craft on the streets of Missoula during farmers markets before rising in the ranks of the independent music scene here. And then he left. (Sigh.) We don't get to see Sehorn live much anymore, but albums like this make up for his absence.