This release finds the band delving more into the atmosphere that, until now, has always been that hazy film giving their music it’s surreal touch.
It’s not rocket science, it’s not going to change the world, but as music-as-pleasant-diversions go, El Dorado is a damn good one.
Indeed, you really can lose yourself in this.
But where most worship albums leave me cold, this one doesn’t, and the reason for that is simply Pritzl’s writing.
Expect great things from Williamson in the future, and the future is now.
Breather has a rich atmospheric sound that’s anchored down and energized by its darker currents.
One of the best things going in the alt-country scene today.
These are solid songs, songs that could definitely benefit from a little more depth in the studio, if only to polish the edges.
As poised and fully realized a debut as you’re ever likely to come across.
The Last Broadcast simply takes Doves’ music to the next level.
Production here is lush and layered and surprisingly keyboard-focused.
With the religion in, an Edwards record is the audio equivalent of reading Flannery O’Connor or William Faulkner.
Beneath the unaccustomed level of noise, Jurado remains as incisive a writer as ever, and has never sounded better vocally.
Thomas is the kind of performer that could sing gibberish and make it sound good.