Out and About and the ongoing refinement of... Lewsberg are a band who work in gentle iterations. Subtle touches immaculately arranged. A violin here. Another loping guitar there. Seemingly profound sprechgesang that acts as an exercise in supreme elegance and finding poetry in the domestic and everyday. This is their fourth album, though it seems pointless to consider it better or worse than any of the preceding three. It's simply Lewsberg, where the songs flow like white wine and you're gonna end up feeling ok about the things you sometimes don't. This one perhaps reminds me a little more of Jonathan Richmann than previous outings, though of course that is only a very good thing, since few can get that balance of innocence and insight just so. And that's what Lewsberg ultimately are, a perfectly balanced act of only the right elements, no excess, no waste, almost regal in fact. The crown jewel of the Netherlands.