This album is pastoral as fuck. It was not necessarily intended for release and oozes with personal, artistic cosiness. I will, however, confess to a bias, for I too have trodden ‘through boring fields of Kent’ more than once in my time. In acting like a wonderous, woodland canopy, the production package inadvertently shrouds us in a way that will either induce a desire to delve or an instinct to flee. That is its charm: offering all of itself in the hope that you will be submerged. Naima Bock breathes sufficient life into her songwriting and textures for it to be a reasonable request.
23/30
A favourite: ‘Campervan’
‘Giant Palm’ is out now via Sub Pop Records.
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