Whilst I wouldn't classify myself as the biggest fan of Americanisms, the only way to describe James Vincent McMorrow's new album succinctly is 'game changer'. Whilst the debut offering from the Dubliner - 2010's Early in the Morning - was somewhat of a tried and tested folk-esque number (albeit a very well executed one), Post Tropical sees McMorrow venture into unchartered lands where synths, claps and horns rule supreme.

This intent to 're-define' is present from the off as 'Cavalier' is brought breathing to life, building slowly and surely before a helping of magisterial horns cap it all and then fall away. Whilst this definitively marks his new choice of soundscape, thankfully one thing that does remain the same throughout is McMorrow's impenetrable falsetto, which is, after all, his greatest instrument.

As alluded to, whilst McMorrow's debut was in a somewhat predictable style, Post Tropical is all but that. Like all good albums, every turn takes you by surprise and every proverbial crack swallows you whole. 'Red Dust' does exactly this as the percussive elements, which were previously absent, really take hold and perfectly accompany his haunting vocals ("Sometimes my hands they don't feel like my own/I need someone to love, I need someone to hold") as they also do on title track 'Post Tropical'.

As one meanders through its grasps, many of the tracks on Post Tropical would appear sparse on the surface but to say they carried any sense of emptiness would be out of the question. Like so many gifted producers, McMorrow manages to balance tracks like 'The Lakes' to perfection so that silence takes on its own instrumental significance. This may result, in part, from McMorrow's chosen surroundings for the production of the LP, which saw him travel to a sparsely populated Texan pecan farm near the Mexican border.

The album, which begins with a serious statement of intent, unfortunately trails off slightly in the latter tracks, seeing McMorrow divert to a more familiar sound of yesteryear in tracks like 'Glacier', which, in my opinion, don't resonate as well as his 'newer' stuff.

With that said, this slight dip in form is the one and only criticism of this well-balanced ten-track masterpiece. Whilst McMorrow's debut saw his vocals take precedence, Post Tropical finally sees the soundscape in which he chooses to frame it catching up and sitting alongside a truly remarkable and alluring vocal. An absolutely delightful way to spend 41 minutes and one you most certainly will not regret.

James Vincent McMorrow was kind enough to provide us with some photos that were taken during the album recording process. Check them out below.