Some music is just made for you to stare out onto a beautiful foggy landscape and contemplate all of life’s big questions – or more simply put, thinking music. Rob St. John produces thinking music but not the kind of moping, self indulgent moaning that you’d associate with Drake’s lovelorn whinging that somehow manages to sound good. No, Rob St. John’s often hard to hear at times as his voice booms and vanishes as if too shy to stay out in the spotlight but despite only being able to hear snippets of lyrics, Weald recalls The First Days of Spring era Noah and the Whale and now Vaccines frontman, Jay Jay Pistolet. It’s not exactly heartbreak material like the former but there’s a melancholic and fragile nature surrounding Weald that makes for an enchanting listen.

There’s something so British about Rob St. John’s music, sounding like the thousands of people drudging to work every morning on the London tube; waiting for each day to pass until they can get out of their boring 9-5 office job and accomplish their dreams. Of course, many of these people never do and there’s a sense of that in Weald, an air of hopelessness and a defeatist stance; as if nothing will ever get better. Rob’s monotone voice adds to the dreary atmosphere of the album and is reminiscent of Lou Reed. The gentle guitar musings and drone harmonium that feature throughout Weald begin to sound tired and same-y half way through the album and the charming essence of the album starts to fade as it all begins to sound washed out and overwhelmingly miserable.

‘Sargasso Sea’ seems to go against its name; known for being the strangest and most notorious sea on the planet, it resides in the heart of the Bermuda Triangle and instead, the song ‘Sargasso Sea’ gently progresses like rippling waves at the seaside; feeling anti-climatic. This is the case for many of the song titles on Weald, they often mislead to expectations of something brash and jolly but in reality, they’re serene, fey musings that combine drone with folk. ‘Domino’ is a low point on the album, with the instrumental often clashing to create an aurally unpleasing sound as it’s hard to distinguish between instruments as they merge together and become confounding.

Although Weald starts off strong, it slowly diminishes as the album goes on and in hindsight, it’s those albums that build up instead of build down that become the most remembered.