The Bones of J.R. Jones, Nathan Mongol Wells

“I want to be savages, hold lightning in my mouth, until it don't make a sound,” Jonathon Linaberry drawls out on last year’s Radio Waves. It’s a line that resonates with the Bones of J.R. Jones’ style of deeply haunted and intimate Americana, grasping at peripheral epiphanies with a sense of the absolute and obliterating danger that lingers in the revelations. The New York songwriter mines blues and folk roots to exhume restless and wanting visions that can feel equally devastating and cathartic. Australian duo Falls set the stage behind last year’s debut LP Omaha. – Doug Freeman