Excerpt: “a delicately caressing slice of willowy starry eyed pop that’s seductively primed and framed with a wonderfully hollowed weeping string arrangement and serenaded by a glassy cortege of twinkling celestial keys over which the hushed intimacy of Mandy’s forlorn and faraway wounded vocals trace their hurtful detail, sweetly sombre stuff that to these ears sounds not unlike some tear evoking sparsely drawn farewell embrace hatched between a stripped and frail Cranberries and Sundays.”
Hidden Shoal MixTape
