Ethereal music for an as yet undefined century, Philip Glass and Sade as unmistakable subtext, freed from the tyranny of overly insistent time signatures ("People are born free, and everywhere they are in chains"), double-tracked echoey vocals of almost immeasurable depth and persuasiveness, otherworldly and unhurried, serene as granite yet drifting like a feather boa that has run away from home at sixteen like Iggy Azalea and is never going back. --R.McN., Nov. 2015