There’s no getting around Benjamin Booker’s voice. He puts it on the line every show, and each performance sounds like it could be the last one. When he scrapes his vocal chords down to the final fibers. Its hushed quality makes every song sound like a secret he’s sharing, one so exhausting to carry that he’s never more than a moment from righteous rage. He’s simultaneously intimate and theatrical, so his songs draw you in even when the craft and composition tells you that the moment is entirely constructed.