...Those drum taps had a warm 'heart monitor' vibe, as they dripped through like melted plastic, slow n luxurious full of delayed ebb... Everything was serene; an esoteric exercise in capture and release as Charlie constantly fed the mix with more ingredients, alternating between guitar, violin and chant. At one point everything was full of tribal respiration, flirting with slightly noisier perspectives, at others, all Georgian or Madrigal, those harmonising poly-spirals of voice feeding off each other, making gorgeous shivers across the psyche. A ghosting of language, all distant, tapping into something ancient, cryptic yet remaining vulnerable, like just breathing would shatter it all… Invada really need to release this girl’s work like yesterday...
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