An album about shedding skin, of rain and ritual and letting it happen. And more rain. A lot of rain.
All bookended by songs that show you that music is the way. Earth leads off with Come On, a raucous red herring, a garagey stomper that is a key to the door to the room to the way. And by the end Vangelis sings directly of a wish to make a song that will transcend song. And in between: a spacy, experimental walkabout, packed with stuttering plucks, endless drones, searching moans. When an actual song breaks out it's an invigorating, disorienting stumble.
Never boring for all its exploration and explosion, a quietly perfect little trip 4.5/5
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