You can almost touch the leaves falling on the basket ball court…
Hayden Thorpe’s wrought vocal is likely to be the deciding factor in an appreciation of the band, his unearthly delivery occupying the middle-ground, somewhere between Noel Coward and Billy Mackenzie.
…this band are at their best when they allow their music to sound crystalline, akin, say, to seeing refracted light through a prism.
The singer looked completely off his head, part Admiral de Ruyter, part bricklayer.
Pretentious and gloomy is generally right up my cul de sac.
Despite the jocular inner sleeve artwork, and the odd moment of noodling around with the odd minor chord, there’s something very alien and angry about this LP.
The LP is a reflective series of soundscapes dealing with composer Melvin Wevers’ trip to the USA in 2006 and not surprisingly has the feeling of a documentary soundtrack to it.
My Lord, what a great LP this is. The title is pretty self-explanatory, 4 young ladies are drawn from different parts of the planet to showcase their individual talents, one after the other.
This could be one of those gateway LP’s allowing the folkie ingénue into a veritable Narnia of treasured recordings.
If you’re in the mood for something trippy, edgy and experimental in a lo-fi way, then you’d do worse than give this record a spin.