Strings gently glide through ‘The Crossing’ which acts by way of a brief introduction and immediately an air of tranquillity settles.‘Colour Loss’ uses slow bowed string drones that ebb and flow to create a mournful tone, before low rumblings presage the arrival of ‘My Skin Drinks…’ so soft it’s barely there, the calm chimes and acoustic guitar notes interrupted only by the occasional flicker of static distortion.
‘A Season in Waters’ is an extended exercise in minimal composition, that nevertheless succeeds in distilling a sense of quiet calm and an evocative ambience.
‘Woven Tide’ captures the very essence of tranquillity, combining gentle swells of ambient sound, sparse, soft piano. All of the instrumentation is soft, subtle, from the slow waves of cymbals that swell and slowly decay, to the faint hums and crackles that fizz and hiss in the middle distance.
Mellow as.
|
|
