This is soft and full of desire and rain. Drifting indie style across time and oceans. Like Joan of Arc but sweeter, Kinsellas’ voice drifts strong and broken and solid against floating melodics and distraught harmonies. The songs move into the future of the same sounds that have been flowing back to the days of Cap’n Jazz, but with more focus than ever. Similar at times to the jazzier mellowness of Tortoise, or some of the John McEntire work found moving soundtrack style against the ears. This is not a solo album, and the musicians hold together music that feels as perfect as a sad photograph.
Polyvinyl Records: http://www.polyvinylrecords.com