This somberly gorgeous album by 22 year old multi-instrumentalist, singer, songwriter, Peter Broderick, is a wistful, gentle journey, deliberately and cleverly evoking a gradual sense of movement towards the inner peace of home.
Based around richly layered terraces of vocals and acoustic guitars, the sound is at times ethereal, occasionally quite eerie, and always deeply atmospheric.
Previous to this recording, Broderick’s work was instrumental, his most recent venture being as violinist for Danish ensemble Efterklang, and this is the first time he’s put his voice to tape.
And it’s with this background that he presents his voice as yet another instrument, the words themselves becoming sounds rather than lyrical statements.
This is most effective on the marvellous Games Again and the beautiful Below It, where a multi-tracked vocal refrain skips gracefully over the lead melody with the grace and elegance of a butterfly. The phrases he uses – “And with his fingers he would push And with his fingers he would pull, And with his fingers he would glide” – are more descriptive of the vocal treatment itself than of anything specific to the song.
The album is full of quietly shifting moments like these. It’s warm, it’s endearing, and it’s somehow comforting.
Just like home.
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