The Air Strange has a post about Stylus favorite Augie March.

Glenn Richards has perfected the one thing I strive to do myself: using words not as language, but as sounds, to communicate his thoughts and feelings. While Richards is a wordsmith, it isn’t what he says that emotes: it’s the sounds those words make. The words are used as instruments strung together to shimmer like violin strings or smack into one another like toms swelling into a cacophony of emotions. It’s almost as if he’s singing in a foreign language I can only comprehend at a very basic and intuitive level.