
There are some obvious parallels, namely the Bush-esque Nobody Knows and occasional forays into Tori Amos territory -thought without relying on the vulnerability that she employs, Maple Bee is a wholly more confident prospect, even when pouring her heart out. But if those references serve any purpose it is to highlight the quality of the craftsmanship on show here. Being compared to the two leading lights of the dream pop genre isn’t just an easy journalistic reference, it also points to the fine line between uniqueness and accessibility Maple Bee also walks.
But for all this talk of dream-pop and ambience, although chilled and lush in nature, this album is no fey musical will-o the wisp, the songs are robust without being muscular, often delicate without being insubstantial, a masterstroke by anyone’s standards.

