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Antony Harding’s ephemeral music holds up pretty well in a live setting.
At its best, I find it to be just as affecting as when I heard “Dreaming of Spires” so long ago.
Where The Days Go’s most interesting tracks are those that let a little noise scuff up July Skies’ burnished sound a bit.
The English Cold might still be one of the lushest albums you hear all year.
Harding makes no bones about his desire to make music of only the most gossamer nature, and over the course of 37 minutes, he makes very convincing arguments for his claim.