The mystical tide of the dream overwhelms my senses. Esoteric dream-pop irradiates the dust of reality with magical sand; cornucopias filled with silvery harmonies, rippling rhythms, and ringing timbres.
Dreamlike reverberations of white pebbles battered by rain. Crystalline and foamy notes crash against the voice of a siren; pagan and lunar warbles that strip words of meaning, bringing them back to a primitive purity.
A vague oriental aftertaste, shimmering guitars dry the languor of the sound. Sometimes sweetish ballads daze the sight like coconut milk drunk too quickly; ecstatic keyboards evaporate on the crest of the wave.
And the sound air is saturated with a muffled noise of a glossy echo.
"Every time I close my eyes while listening to 'Treasure', this is what I feel."
"It is very difficult to describe this album truly built on intangible evocations."
Approaching Treasure with downcast eyes... one wrong glance could shatter it.
You enter the album and lose the opaque layer that covers the inside, our inside.
"From the first listen, we are captivated by the sparkling power of 'Treasure', a magic that has rarely been equaled in history."
"The work of art surpasses the artist, in short."
Treasure is a work that has now lost all those "muscular" remains usually associated with the macro-genre, towards a sound that oozes elegance and femininity from every pore.
Elizabeth Fraser who more than sings seems to "play" the voice, with vocalizations and words that lack regularity and logical connection between them and that almost seem to create a "private language."