Mysterious, wispy, twinkling music that defies clean categorization. Clipping beats, tones, instruments of all kinds whisper in and out, falling loosely into the shape of very pretty soundtracking, bent gently into a pop//indie curve, peppered with muttered vocal samples. Repetition X narrative, full on. The method of creation keeps slipping away. Main maker Andrew Philips is a composer for films and it shows, but these feel like songs written the wrong way around, like one Menomena's computer composition projects, and that thorn of uncanniness keeps it interesting.
I prefer the harder experimentation and comparative lack of pop-pretty vocals on their debut, and there's nothing here to rival The Tin Man's transcendent gut punch, but Unearth's worth hearing - a more-listenable, more pure spiral of tunefulness 4/5
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