Keaton Henson’s music is beyond meaningful. His absolute desolate approach to everything he makes is original and interesting. The minimalistic vibes and touches on his debut album Dear…were astronomically detached and depressing. Tracks like “You Don’t Know How Lucky You Are” and “Small Hands” were perennial at nature. The sound is just plucky guitar and falsetto lyrics, and you can’t refrain from thinking, “That doesn’t sound like it could mean that much.” But you’d be wrong.
Even with this track or any other track, there’s so much minimalism and beauty in this dark, depraving sound that Henson perfects. “Sweetheart, What Have You Done” adds a cello and more of the same. I can’t wrap my head around how Henson manages to pull so much out of so little. Yes, Bob Dylan did the same with protest songs and sometimes heartfelt tracks similar. (I’m looking at you, “Ballad In Plain D”.) But Henson does it in a whole different kind of way. Instead of being directly and openly depressing, like Dylan’s music, Henson channels it through the waves and crests of the music.