Snowpoet
Wait For Me

Elusive yet perfectly in focus, rarefied yet in its own way well-defined, seductive but without ever being sycophantic for a moment, experimental yet not devoid of a certain classicism and naturalness at times.

These are only apparent contradictions that characterize "Wait For Me," the new work by Snowpoet, a duo whose existence (my apologies) I was completely unaware of until this morning, but who already have three albums to their credit.

The initial tracks "Roots" and "The Wheel" are enough to understand the caliber of the entire work and be inevitably captivated. Both tracks feature a certain sonic exploration from the very first notes, but at the same time, it is the melodic line of the vocals that mesmerizes.
Indeed, the vocals. Certainly one of the strengths of the album: you cannot fail to notice a certain vocal exploration by the impeccable Lauren Kinsella, but it is never pointless or ostentatious; instead, it always serves her splendid tone and the songs.

Her versatility is also surprising: in "Early Feeling," for example, one seems to hear the experimental Bjork from "Medulla," while in "Burn Light," one of the best, she perhaps delivers her finest interpretation. It is impossible not to praise it.

"Sky Thinking" and "With You" are among the most conventional of the batch, but no less successful for it: the first has a momentum reminiscent of certain productions by Lana Del Rey, while the second has an electronic beat that represents somewhat of an anomaly within the album. I would say it's jarring.

The album concludes with the splendid jazzy atmospheres of "Floating Practice" and "Wool Cotton Lace & Snow."

"Wait For Me" probably represents a step forward compared to the excellent previous work "Though You Knew," at least in terms of the sophistication of the sonic and vocal solutions and the magic it manages to recreate.

It is a record to listen to and listen to again in order to grasp its countless nuances. A truly rich album full of ideas, terrifyingly solid, which we needed, or at least I needed.