Published January 28, 2016
I was taken aback when I first started listening to this album, which manages to simultaneously sound like a score for an unmade film, theatre music and meditation music. I really started enjoying it when out walking, as it provided the perfect soundtrack for my people-watching.
At first, I somehow felt a bit too grown-up listening to music that can only be described as beautiful and honest…and totally without any edge to it. I like punk rock, for crying out loud! It took a few listens to realise that it is actually the opposite of grown-up music—it is pure and innocent, like a child‘s heart, and the more I listened to it, the more it made me think of new beginnings, childlike games, and the timelessness that is often associated with youth.
There are eight songs on the album, all with single-word titles: “Pictures,” “Window,” “Children,” “Psalm,” “Presence,” “Circle,” “Fragment,” and “West.” They all stand by themselves, but also fit together, like chapters in a book that you have to write yourself. When the last song dies out, you realised you’ve just finished a wonderful and artistic journey—and like a Teletubby, you just want to experience it again.
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