Singer-songwriter Kurt Vile presents himself as the kind of guy who could take it or leave it. It’s not that he doesn’t try (his albums constitute some of the most exquisitely composed indie rock of the 2010s), but that his work sounds so off-the-cuff, so casual that you wonder if it all just occurred to him—what the Brazilian author Clarice Lispector described (in another context) as “simplicity with enormous effort.” Born in 1980 and raised with nine siblings in the Philadelphia suburb of Landsdowne, Vile (his real name) briefly drove a forklift before cofounding The War on Drugs with friend Adam Granduciel, leaving the band in 2008 to work on his own music. Influenced by the slanted Americana of labels like Drag City, he released a couple of home-recorded albums before making the jump to indie institution Matador in 2009, honing a quietly majestic sound that mixed classic-rock extroversion with Zen-like inner monologue, collapsing the distance between the plain (“To be frank, I’m fried”) and the profound. It’s a quality that—like the work of collaborator Courtney Barnett, with whom Vile made 2017’s joint album u003ciu003eLotta Sea Liceu003c/iu003e—can make Vile’s writing feel almost uncanny, rendering the everyday as something you haven’t quite seen before. In other words, he’s an artist who can write a song about looking in the mirror (2015’s “Pretty Pimpin”) and make the person in it seem a million miles away.n