Approaching Treasure with downcast eyes. . . one wrong glance could shatter it. . . If the poet had known the album, they would have placed it beyond the hedge instead of the wind! You enter the album and lose the opaque layer that covers the inside, our inside. Are titles needed? No it's a single Song, a distillation of voice plus soul that literally caresses something in us that does not seem to be body. You move away from Treasure with downcast eyes, one glance, one wrong glance could shatter. . . your gaze. Unreal
"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."
"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."
Esoteric dream-pop irradiates the dust of reality with magical sand; cornucopias filled with silvery harmonies, rippling rhythms, and ringing timbres.
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.
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."