Sounding something like "Moaning Lisa Smile" by way of Siouxsie and the Banshees, "Bloom Baby Bloom" delivers ferocity and reflection in equal measure.
... OB's exultations are put forward with an delicacy found in the most effervescent indie pop. The end result feels at once relaxed and celebratory: a perfect portmanteau of Afrobeat jubilation and Indie contemplation.
... "Animaru" contains multitudes, being on the one hand as unpredictable and wild as its namesake would imply, and on another a carefully sonic opus.
"I Like It I Like It" is a soulful, almost sinister little helping of R&B, built on a roiling, slinky beat and a positively seductive bassline and topped with luscious, chime-like keys, plus the occasional clarion-call synth. Both singers join in reverb-drenched harmony throughout, splitting the song's two primary verses between them before ending once more in perfect tandem.
Like the desert locales it conjures, which secretly teem with life beneath a vast canopy of sky, "RATHER BE ALONE" makes so much out of so little.
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"Roll The Credits" makes an absolute monster of a groove out of what, upon closer inspection, turns out to be relatively few elements. ...That said, the sum of these parts is positively colossal, bounding forward with an unimpeachably soulful stride.
"Schedule I," much like its parent album, is an unadulterated expression of Norman Sann's sharp, consistently refreshing approach to the rap game. Even when tackling topics as well-documented in the genre sphere as attraction or popularity, Sann never falters in wielding language like a saber, with a keen command of wordplay refined to an acute edge.
Receiving particular acclaim following the release of 2021's album Ignorance, The Weather Station has spent the intervening years refining a particular blend of indie, folk, and jazz, through to their newly released record Humanhood. "Mirror," the album's third track and most recent single, epitomizes that style, just as its accompanying video realizes it into a wider spectrum of the senses.
While one hopes in light of it's rediscovery that somewhere, somehow there might still be more great music waiting to be found, buried in the annals of time. That said, should this indeed be the last word of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart to time immemorial, then its a fitting, if quiet, one - no great Requiem Mass or seminal Opera Buffa, just one last little treat from one of the most effortlessly luminous musical imaginations in recorded history.
Propelled forward by a steady, demure drum groove and rounded out by silky-smooth bass licks and vibrant keys, the various elements of "Set Your Spirit Free" weave a light-as-air, jazz-style tapestry in which every individual thread feels like lead line unto itself, while remaining inherently laced to the others in service of the greater whole.
"Hymn to Virgil" mines elements from almost as many musical idioms as its source material did characters from classical myth. It evokes a cavernous yet dense atmosphere thick as an arboreal mist and heavy as six feet of soil, and from that fertile sonic ground springs something that sounds like indie folk gone dark pop gone movie score.
