which encouraged Hennig to adopt a textural approach Harris to get his pedals out and Baldwin to swirl with these lighter than air exchanges

Live drums, bass, percussion, melodica, organ - tick. Killer roots reggae - double tick

Devereaux runs absolute stylistic riot veering between bedroom pop, madcap synth abuse, weirdo outsiderism and jazz futurism

field recordings from long walks on isolated trails are coupled with the gentle piano caresses and a surprisingly robust low frequency pulse

any notion of near dystopias banished by the tenderhearted, emotive vocals, further elevated by her choral colleagues.

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

a hopeful uplifting tune that showcases his intricate picking, propelled by warm, insistent bass notes

with its late night dirge and low tempo insistence that pulses through the speakers and makes it hard to multi-task whilst listening.

combining his instrument with all sorts of electronic effects to take his bass playing into more ethereal and rarefied realms.

If you liked Sault then you’ll like this crew, personally I prefer them.

weaving its path through cosier and classic chill out nodding sounds, whilst not forgetting the more discerning, dub tickled density

if thoughtful folk rock is your thing then you need to get with the program. I'm certainly now following with interest.

It's some freaky folk fusion that sounds like loads of things and not much at all.

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

the quivering, emotional strings - which sound live slicing through a warm bubbling subterranean synthscape with a neoclassical grace

Sadly this review is also an obituary as Modou "Mamadou" Sarr

acid-folk and cosmic minimal wonder.

It’s a mind blowing collection of animistic roots and culture colliding fusion - raw, ritualistic and revelatory.

replaced by more of a spiritual sound tapestry woven from improvisations

he's definitely made his mark on the track, but the essence is thankfully intact, and wisely so.

It's an introspective yet comforting track and will be a fine companion for any reflective moments that you might be having this weekend.