Filled with a Grouper-esque love of shimmered atmospheres, this (for the most part) psychedelically coruscates in gentle vaporous curls attached to simplest of melodics, the odd percussive clank here and there. The first solo track from Jodie Lowther welds this Lynchian sway, a cipher dance replete with a Julee Cruise-like little girl lost, the next macabrely marbling to reverbed stilettos of shadowy piano that has you half expecting Diamanda Galás to burst forth with demented gusto.
This is an absolute pleasure, full of vibes that shift strangely in your hourglass. That medulla like music-box of “Tourmaline”‘s turning reflectives tonally floating in synthy arcs. The silhouetted noirs and ominous crawl of other tracks contrasting nicely with the dew-caught spiderings that pepper the betweens. This is tactile, tentative, full of tracks that teeter deliciously. The daggering derogation of “The Occasional Sleeper” (Lowther’s first collaboration with ARC Soundtracks) rattling raspily in your speakers, an ambience that seems to have been confiscated from a particularity creepy episode of Sapphire And Steel to now haunt your living room.
Honestly, one of the best things I’ve heard (so far) this year.
-Michael Rodham-Heaps-