Without uttering a word, Julianna Barwick can express more emotion with her voice than some of the most weathered lyrical masters can ever hope to. Just as on her Sanguine album, the Florine EP works loops of Barwick’s angelic voice into soaring textures that reverberate with sadness, hope, ennui and a dozen other conflicting emotions that defy description. She blurs the lines between secular and choral, allowing music to hit you in the same wondrous and indefinable ways it did as a small child, before the words had meanings and only the interwoven chords came across. Of course Barwick does at times use actual words but the phrases are repeated, looped, dissolved and reconstructed with their meanings coming into and out of focus like foggy mantras. It comes as an understatement that Julianna is one of our favorite artists (as her involvement in RSTB vol. 1 would attest to) and I can only hope that someday someone finds the wisdom to lay both this and her previous album down on vinyl.
[MP3] Julianna Barwick - Bode
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