Sufjan Stevens has been an honourary member of my potential husband list for a while now. I'm impatiently waiting for his new album 'Carrie & Lowell' to come out so I can bask in his dreamy vocals and hauntingly beautiful guitar. The album seems to be a far cry from the spazzy/fluoro/electronic/orchestral mash that was 'Age of Adz' (I went to see his AOA show when he was in Melbourne and it was just the kind of whimsical insanity you'd expect from Sufjan). I'm looking forward to a more acoustic, personal record which apparently delves into his childhood.

“With this record, I needed to extract myself out of this environment of make-believe. It's something that was necessary for me to do in the wake of my mother's death—to pursue a sense of peace and serenity in spite of suffering. It's not really trying to say anything new, or prove anything, or innovate. It feels artless, which is a good thing. This is not my art project; this is my life.” (Pitchfork)