Sean Rowe


Something in indie-folk singer Sean Rowe’s confident, deep baritone suggests that he’s a deep thinker. And it’s true: As a self-described “modern hunter/gatherer” who periodically retreats from his home in Troy upstate to live off the land, he’s given himself the precious time to contemplate his craft, leading him to write some heartbreakingly poignant words. These lyrics, on his first nationally distributed album, Magic, are at times autobiographical (“While everybody is thinking themselves to death, I just use my hands” on “The Walker”) and at times sarcastic (“The Kingdom of Heaven is down at the mall” on “American”), but they’re always interesting.

Thu., April 7, 9:30 p.m., 2011