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As you've probably noticed in recent months, we at The 405 are pretty big fanboys of Ásgeir's elegiac folk-pop. When someone else crops up, laying waste to brains and hearts in the same fashion, we get very interested, rubbernecking to the point we need to see a chiropractor. Ali Lacey, aka Novo Amor, is that beautiful pain in our neck at the moment. The Cardiff-based chanteur's Woodgate, NY EP (the reasoning behind the title is apparently top secret to us peons) is only the second release from Lacey, but he's already showcasing wares far beyond his wet-behind-the-ears career would insinuate.

Fans of brittle, wintry falsetto-laced folk-pop, á la Bon Iver, James Vincent McMorrow and William Fitzsimmons (as well as Ásgeir, of course), should be getting some mega butterflies at the thought of this EP. Like the aforementioned, Lacey trades in highly emotive soundscapes, infiltrated by nature's fickle eye, introspective humility and soul-obliterating traumas. Whilst achingly gorgeous to behold, Lacey does shove a wedge of finger-tremble, soggy-duct emotion into the fray.

Opening the EP is recent single 'From Gold'. It's a pretty mammoth cut - there's a pretty large Ben Howard-shaped hole in the Top 40 at the moment, and it would appear Lacey's been polishing himself, pointing his ironsights at the vacant slots. On 'From Gold', a flutter of twinkling acoustic guitars prance among slides and the gentle trot of percussion, gradually, but determinedly ramping up to a thundering payoff. Layers are a good friend of Lacey. 'Weather' is at the opposite end of his spectrum; a sensitive number, with strings, snare rattles and piano keys underpinning his shivering vox, it's a less organic, natural folk-pop, and more devastating. It's not really a ballad as such, but with every heartbreaking layer Lacey pastes on, you'll crumple.

Novo Amor - 'new love' in Spanish - is evolving in great strides, and if the current trend continues, by the time we reach his debut LP we'll be 1), quivering pools of bawling jelly and 2), witnessing a ruddy impressive singer-songwriter. What you'll hear on Woodgate, NY is astonishing noise, and while it's a grand ol' listen by itself, Lacey may want to delve deeper into what makes him stand head'n'shoulders above the pack of top-register folk-pop wistfulleers. There's the sprouting seeds of stylistic ingenuity, especially in post-country effort 'Holland', but to sustain his current greatness, the next EP (or LP) should be almost impossible to compare to those he's often likened to. The place Lacey's at now however, with this EP, is a fantastic place to be, and you'd be hard-pressed to find a smidgen to change.

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