Agnes Obel

A magical brew of mournful cello, piano tinkles, pizzicato plucks & that beguiling voice from the Danish born, Berlin-residing classically-trained singer-songwriter.

her pristine 3rd album evokes the warmth of a crackling open fire melting the crystallised flakes of pure white snow from our winter woollies, swiftly transporting us to never-never land. On 'familiar' She double tracks her vocals to give the impression she’s duetting with herself – the result wouldn’t sound out of place on Anohni’s ‘Hopelessness’ album. ‘Red Virgin Soil’’s Yann Tiersen-like rhythms dart around, creating a very Parisian sounding propulsive looping beat while ‘Trojan Horses’ has a more ominous, almost John Carpenter-esque introduction which then moves into Sol Seppy-esque vocal harmonies & more buoyant instrumentation. ‘Golden Green’ is a delicious concoction showcasing Agnes’s full vocal range, from the hushed to the soaring. Simply stunning.