This approach works in part because “Getting Killed” is such a raw and unprotected art work. Winter is obviously someone who feels unusually deeply, even if he’s not very interested in performing cathexis outside the studio. At the show, I caught myself involuntarily tearing up during “Au Pays du Cocaine,” a loose, heart-wrenching song that builds to a kind of transcendent climax. It’s possible that the title is a warped allusion to Bruegel’s “Het Luilekkerland,” an oil painting, from 1567, that depicts the psychic aftermath of sloth and hedonism; “Het Luilekkerland” loosely translates to “The Land of Cockaigne,” a mythical medieval wonderland in which all appetites, however deviant, are satiated. (In proper French, the phrase would be “Le Pays de Cocagne.”) The connection might feel like a stretch, if only the limits (and perils) of contentment weren’t such a central theme in Winter’s lyrics. As he sings on the album’s title track, “I’m getting killed by a pretty good life.”