Even though there is a number of shifting genres underpinning this album, from dreamscape indie to jaunty Americana rhythms, there is a vibe which seems to fill the spaces between the words, oozes through the breaths between the chords and sits within, not only its physical beats but also chimes at its very heart and soul. It is this vibe that defines the album but does so in a very subconscious way. The songs are great, that goes without saying, ever since Tug of War sign posted the way for this release we knew that we were in safe hands, but it is the production and other less tangible factors which really take this record beyond what it may have otherwise been.
It is the restrained musical decisions, the choice to not overplay the hand, where some artists would fill every available gap with showy solos and clever riffs; it is textures and delicate layers that fill the spaces here. The songs can breath properly, the voice rightly becomes the focal point because of it and gentle washes of pedal steel and unassuming yet potent guitar resonance create wonderful atmospherics and otherworldly grace.
Tug of War may have shown us the way but I don’t think anyone realised just how wonderful the final destination was going to be.