Colin Stetson’s new album, All This I Do For Glory, is an incredible album, and I mean that in the most literal sense: that I cannot believe that music like this exists. The new music seems like a distillation of his aesthetic and his technique, the songs feel sharp and willful and hard and yearning, somehow approaching a limit. When I saw him in concert some time in the fall of 2013, I was awed by what he did alone on stage. From way back in the crowd where I was, his silhouette suggested something more like a volunteer firefighter wrestling a humongous piece of plumbing pipe, but he produced unearthly sounds. All This I Do For Glory is a tremendous achievement, I think that’s fair to say, but not one that everyone will admire, I guess; for me, there’s a lot there, the album is spectacular and I listened to it maybe twice a day for a month. It is absorbing. There’s no one making music quite like this: haunting, urgent, vivid, human, wild. One of the best albums of the year so far.