Merce Lemon’s music emerges from the center of a pastoral frenzy, enveloped in propulsive guitars and saccharine sweet songs of blackbirds and blueberries, delivered in a manner that one might misconstrue as erratic, as reckless — a grave misunderstanding, as she’s just as aware of where she’s being pulled from as she is curious about where she’ll go next. Her sound is built from a reverence and gratitude for the natural world, how paying respect to it charts a clearer path in the choppy waters of the heart. It is easy to love Merce’s music the way you love an old jacket; how you can’t imagine what life was like before it. It is wild, free, honest, and familiar.