About this time last year I was falling in love with sunday works delicate charms via their then-current single, “Turned to Gloss.” Twelve months on, I am faced with a whole album of gorgeousness and find myself smitten.
The natural successors to the likes of Cocteau Twins (although musically less dense), they share a similar love of the hypnotic dreamscape and often one full of half-submerged vocal deliveries.
Songs such as “Clouds” seem to toy with beat and structure, albeit at their gentlest and most graceful, the vocals more present, the groove intriguing, string-infused and angelic, but they seem at their most captivating when they are cocooning themselves in a world of atmosphere and emotion, such as “Sword in my Belly.”
But there are also moments when they pull the rug out from under the listener and head into quirky, dancy electronica, and indeed “Breaking Glass” is a lovely, soundtrackish, cinematic ambient instrumental. A great piece of music, but perhaps one that you may not have expected to find here.
We end with “On The Inside,” which is no small tip of the hat to the likes of Slowdive, or, for those looking for a more up-to-date reference, perhaps Warpaint.
“Turned to Gloss” was a glimpse of just what a singular and sensational sound sunday work makes. Blue Kisses and the Greenest Green is proof that was only the mearest tip of the sonic iceberg. Now buy the album, you will not be disappointed.