Kristian Matsson may not actually be tall — he’s a relatively small-to-average guy — but what he may lack in stature he makes up for in emotional folk songs anchored in wistful, introspective lyrics and damn hard strumming. Early in his career, it was easy to compare him to Bob Dylan because, well, he sounded so much like Dylan. But Matsson, who hails from Sweden, grew fast, adopting a style where his nasal tone echoed around his melodies so intimately it could almost be within the hollows of his own guitar. He tackled urgent tales on The Wild Hunt, making folk music so direct it could stop you in your tracks the way little else can (Damien Rice, where are you?). On his newest release, There’s No Leaving Now, the siren’s turned down and the tone brighter — maybe he’s happier, maybe he’s just grown. Either way, in that moment when the stage is his and the lights are dim, his presence indeed seems sky high.