Cavernous, courageous, the Enya of Brooklyn-based experimental vocal projects - calling it beautiful wouldn't be a stretch, but there's just too much hamming it up, particularly paired with these meager and spacious arrangements. The glacier-slow pace is overbearing, the many good-sized stretches of exclusively voice fatigue (with/without barely-sounds and string-things), oh but then the last song invokes a Dario Argento soundtrack.
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