Orlando Weeks

weeks has burst out of his maccabees cocoon to deliver a lushly arranged solo debut that recontextualises his bruising vocals in a world of swelling beauty. His voice shimmers above the instruments and the electronics, reflecting in its quality what is in the lyrics: feelings of love, fear and wonder that are overwhelming but still delicate. Drums trip, woodwind and brass can be heard, piano lines run in and out, vocals layer and guitars are few and far between. This is not the indie rock and roll that some may have predicted. You might think of Talk Talk. You might think of Robert Wyatt. You might think of Radiohead or Bon Iver. “calm and intense, tactile and sleepy-eyed, and, perhaps most satisfyingly for Orlando Weeks himself, an indicator of continued progress” 8/10 – loud & quiet.

Seb says: “This album is just everything. It makes me smile, it makes me cry & makes me just feel all warm inside. This is a truly beautiful masterpiece.”
 

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