"soothing tones laying the ground work for the unhurried introduction of a simple but soporific guitar refrain"

The piano is gentle, the park's fauna play their part as do some defrosted chimes, there are some piano creaks captured by the close micing

She slides the atmospheric synth pads under his delicate keys, sending them spiralling through the speakers on the warm currents

a drifting, deeply calming, subtly repetitive and hence hypnotic, hour long electroacoustic work

deep space evoking, shape shifting slice of ambient drift

"but seems to have decided light grey cloud shrouded, classical nodding ambient compositions are the way forward"

The sounds on the whole are warm but somewhat dull, not as in boring, but an opiated dullness that somehow just dissipates energy and stress

Undulating pads, or perhaps old tape loops, distant guitar caresses and probably a few other sound sources I've still to identify come and go

a nice line in somewhat, if not quite full on Scandinavian melancholy, then somewhat subdued, short and sweet, pleasantly hazy ambient.

sink into his soft edged beats and ambient drift, where even the club constructs are designed for the start of night or after the after party

Most tracks float effortlessly through the speakers and hang in the air like your wayward uncle’s cigarette smoke,

It's a fine slice of broken streetlight and tower block ambient engineering

It's a sprawling, cavernous, refreshingly full bodied ambient excursion that floods through the speakers

the track selection is impeccable and the mixing spot on; a smoother flowing ambient suite you’ll struggle to find.

"It’s listenable enough just as a ferric distressed electroacoustic instrumental LP, BUT just wait for McMeeken’s vocals."

It’s tender, epic, warm and dispassionate. It’s folk, classical, ambient and cinematic. It’s affecting.

they’re unfailingly accompanied by otherworldly sonic detailing that make their familiarity fantastical.

The album is all sorts of ambient jazz shades and I highly recommend you beam aboard.

Tonal minimalism provides the emotional heft as ambiguous, insistent electronic sounds ape capitalism's never ending search for profits

levitating for as long as possible for maximum effect before gradually fading into the void. There is real beauty in its simplicity.

Loops come, go, repeat and retreat, but don’t be deterred by the word loop, the LP is a masterclass in the repetitive arts.

The LP is a wonderfully calming/contemplative/palliative (delete as required) exercise in minimal ambient piano.

The LP is a walk on the ambient side of Americana, the first half being more recognisably structured acoustic folk musings

out of the studio shadows and into the public spotlight, by way of some very pleasant sounding ambient recordings, and I'm all ears.