At not even 40 minutes, this really is a tightly wound album, but one which will unravel in a myriad different ways each time it’s played. Brilliant stuff.
As any great jazz player would tell you, interpretation is just as important and difficult an approach to music as original composition – here, Kate Walsh has certainly shown she’s no slouch at finding that inner core of a song, and making it her own.
This album shows what a talent Britain has in Walsh – subtle, dark and interesting, as well as easy enough on the ears to avoid the “difficult” tag. Utterly lovely, highly recommended.
Tonight, both artists had me intellectually, emotionally and culturally spellbound.
Overemoting, bombast and the obvious are not in evidence here, but spectacular melodies, honest lyrics, and subtly sympathetic arrangements are in abundance. Walsh has hit upon a method that I hope she mines for many years to come – as she lives, loves and experiences, her songs will grow immeasurably, from an already stunning foundation.
I wouldn’t say it’s much of an album to rock out to, or to exorcise demons with, nor even seduction music, but play it in spring, summer, or autumn, when you can open the windows, let in the sunlight, read a book and eat an apple. Bung it on your MP3 player, sit under a tree and let nature envelop you, for this is true chillout music.