Jane Weaver — Bring Down The Stepford Wives!
Jude Rogers, The Quietus, 10 June 2010
MY FAVOURITE ALBUM of this summer so far is an intoxicating, peculiar, heady, balmy thing. Full of eerie vocals, woozy synthesisers, urgent rhythms and drones, it is strong, it is sweet, it is fierce, it is fragile; a cosmic folk record that draws its own world exquisitely, before extending a finger, and taking you into it totally. It is about a woman whose lover leaves her to go to battle, the lonely seasons that pass, and how a messenger bird returns to tell her of his death. Plunged into a catatonic state, then turned comatose with heartbreak, she is revived by the milk of a witch, which makes her suffer from hauntings and hallucinations — before she emerges again, anew, alive.
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