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"Silence relieves me / Speaks when I can't / tells me when it's getting out of hand..."

Vetiver's sixth album is a smooth, steady unfurling of understated jangle, celestial hum and whispery self-contemplation, sung (and strummed) by "an honest man whose instincts fail..." who's "blind enough to see..." It's an uncannily calming album of cryptically veiled confessionals set to rolling rhythms and sweeping guitars that pull you into this world of blissfully lulling melodies blushing with warm tones seamlessly synced with wearied words curled into a coy poetry that's delivered in singer Andy Cabic's characteristic gossamer warble.

"Few dreams I remember/ I want badly to forget..."

Somewhere between the woozy glamour of The Pastels and the easygoing glide of Real Estate, Cabic's arrangements are pleasing to the ears, with the island rhythms of 'Time Flies' clasped with pinched-sounded claves over purring guitars or the cinematic reverberations setting a starker night-driving scene in 'Confiding', set over a fuzzy sequenced beat pulsing under a hazy swirl of guitars. "Fools / ruuuush / innnn..." Cabic croons his delicate voice into a pared back refrain that features a nearly funk-sounding riff. To say the least, this finely fleshed out and ruminative work of dream-pop-imbued indie-rock shuffles substantially distinguished himself from his freakfolk roots, (does anyone else remember that micro-genre?)

'Confiding', though not necessarily the stand-out track, is telling of the mood, somewhat varying as it is, that hovers over the album, similar with 'Backwards Slowly'. The propulsive rhythms and poured-out guitars evoke a sense of advancing, moving, (sometimes, almost, dancing) while cool-headed yet clearly anxious lyrics, seem to tarry in the perplexities of the here and now. Then again, we have 'Current Carry', with is pedal-steel guitar fluttering like a sail in the breeze, casting the listener off onto buoyant waves with our singer, sounding more relieved here than anywhere, expressing, "I think we're on our way..."

Mercurial moods aside, it's a beautifully produced record and almost addictive with the allure of its sublime tones, percussive arrangements that draw you in and an attractive coil of guitar phrasings. This reviewer essentially wanted the opening track, already at seven minutes in duration, to go on for seventeen, if it could...

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