And so we enter with the crashing distortion of boisterous guitar firmly layered over that twinkle of bells. It’s bluesy, it’s psychedelic, it’s dream-pop. Her voice has that drug-like charm, enchanting and calm. It swarms with emotion through pleasant chimes and it’s just so trusting, like a cool breath upon your ear. And it’s end; the stuttering finale, the tambourine shake, and then to fade and through to audible black. “Count my stars. Let them shine. I know they shine.” It’s a certain type of poetry. It’s a certain kind of sound – a guarantee of stillness and comforting elation.
[Dig deep, count some change, and part your many silver coins for Among My Swan.]