6am Repeat is a recurring feature here at Folk Hive in which we stream the latest track that plays incessantly in the earbuds when we awake at that hour and imbibe massive amounts of coffee and cigarettes in preparation for the advancing day. Consider it your jam of the day — a sweet, sweet gift from me to you. I love you, dude.
There is a certain roll to the music of Sean McMahon’s music that I cannot help but dig.
I stumbled upon this album the other day and will admit, I was not immediately smitten. But I was stricken enough to leave that tab open for going on 7 days now. Others have come and gone in that time — a FAQ on adding Spotify to a wordpress blog, an article on Though Catalog, other various momentary musical loves that faded in 15 minutes — but McMahon and his Western Union remained. Thankfully.
The melancholy of this album is affecting in the Midwest winter months but I’ve also found it to be equally as infatuating in the unseasonal warmth of a Saturday that pretends like it lives in Spring. So, you know, awesomeness.
(Also, free download. Seriously, I wasn’t lying. The goodness here knows no bounds, y’all.)