Ichiko Aoba’s music could be made with all-natural ingredients. The guitar could be a reed plucked sharp and soft; the percussion could be sticks brushing the trunk of a cherry blossom; the vocals could come from a bird lost in the pink above. This latest project with a small orchestra underlines her plunging emotions while slowing her fall into them. The performance is strictly obedient to its own delicacy, as though the players are passing a wafer-thin vase around a room; the effect reinforces splendour in a well-mannered, courteous package. On ‘amuletum,’ the orchestra is made full use of, and a window-shattering beauty soars.
A favourite: ‘Parfum d’étoiles’
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Another deliciously observed critique.