Her airy+layered+indecipherable Enya-esque vox are steadily breathtaking; and whether paired with soaring synth drones or ambiance with pinches-o-piano and subtle strings, it makes for a captivatingly churchy tranquilizer -- or straight-up divinity deliverer at its best ("Nebula", "Same", "Someway"). That's not to say the uniform wafting and sense of inactivity don't become a bit snoozy; that they predictably do. But thankfully it doesn't get as vast or inflated as, say, comparable contemporary Gabi; or for better or worse, as weird: instead of Argento vibez for the finale, we just get drums and a lil electro-takeover.
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