First and foremost the contrast between the dublike bass and the spacious and airy atmospherics is what seduces the ears of the listener. You feel like you're in a aquatic realm where sound refractures and echoes, fading into fathomless depths.
The chromatic hues and euphoric atmospherics really pull us, the listener, in to the world of Dreamer. A music for love of life, a heart the size of the world beats to the rhythm of everyone's soul.
Raven is gentle, the rhythms are like a breath brushing the surface of the skin, the music has the consistency of a cloud, weighless, no sweat here or grit, effortless glide, as heavy as a memory or fleeting as a thought.
Great songs about a whole range of emotions & feelings that come with being a mother & lover, unembarrassed about the domesticity of motherhood. The music is beautifully produced, it's timeless & understated.
A proper collection of crepuscular moods & beautifully liquid washes of sound. Conjuring up the mood of Manchester's rain sodden streets after dark, where shadows proliferate, friend of foe? Better keep as distance, fitting for the times we are in.
I'm delightfully surprised & not a little baffled. SAULT provide the unexpected. Gorgeous, lush & emotional, harks back to an era of music of romance, grand gestures & widescreen orchestration.
AIR is so out of time it's timeless, larger than life, impossible to gainsay.
Urgh! What can I say? Anything I write here will just be inarticulate & clumsy, nothing like the feelings I get when listening. I mean it's great. Yeah, something as facile as that, a pointless word but true.
There's magic happening here but it's elusive, elemental. Alchemy. It expresses more than the listener, me, can perceive. But I absorb it anyway.
Beautifully uneasy honesty, Kirsty's words slip from between her lips like whispers, imparted secrets. Julian's cat's cradle guitar is sometimes pretty, other times nagging, always inventive. The rhythms meter hypnotically.
Together Insides knit & knot together feelings sometimes too intimate, too bare but you can't turn your back. I welcome them back with open arms.
Humid, sensual & smudged songs. The halcyon haze Jabu present is sweet company indeed but beware of being smothered by the fathomless blood pink depths & looming dub bass.
Eerie electronic bricolage, vocal incantation, Demdike may've raved at/to this. Aya might be a hole but what's coming out is startling, transformative.
Sleekly atomised club music for the isolated in a virus hit world, the insecurity & sadness we inhabit. The music shifts like a T-1000 or Covid-19 through various genes/genres reminding us, the listener, of whats out there.
Playfully straight-faced leftfield pop. Merida Richards' deadpan charisma dominates but never distracts from the illuminating musical scenarios portrayed by the trio.
No babbling here, just a flow, fluid & slyly wry, from John who has plenty of charisma, perfectly complimented by the bleary & spacious, but piercing sharp production.
