Dissonant and distinctive, also swelled with sweet harmony, this moves across folk always, as we know, and jazz and opera, as we know. This is the first time I have heard the album and I am completely taken by its playfulness, experimentation [not in any way more than usual] and the rich range of instrumentation, for example on The Anchor as I listen to it now. Beautiful soothing flutes, for example. Just for a moment, within the broader movements of a typical ISB song, it seems. The opening My Father Was a Lighthouse Keeper is beautiful, soaring idiosyncratic vocals completely uncaring of convention. Banks of Sweet Italy hits the highest notes, in so many ways one suspects. I have enjoyed reading reviews of this today, from adoring to attacking: what more can such a distinctive band/sound desire? To be of the time – again – and paraphrase, I am digging what I hear.
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