Paul Coleman

A slow-moving front of mood, memory, and quiet disquiet, The Weather Man drifts in like a storm you feel long before you see it. Coleman charts the emotional climate with a poet’s instinct—low-pressure folk murmurs, sudden squalls of electric guitar, and moments of eerie stillness where his voice hangs like fog over the landscape.

These songs don’t describe the weather; they become it. Guitars crackle like distant lightning, drums rumble in rolling systems, and Coleman’s lyrics move between intimate confession and wide-horizon contemplation. There’s a strange beauty in the turbulence—an elegance in how he navigates the chaos of inner seasons with restraint, grit, and a quiet, aching clarity.

Part storm diary, part emotional forecast, The Weather Man is a record for those who know that life’s most powerful shifts often begin as barely perceptible changes in the air.