Play It Again Sam
Having sprung to prominence as the foil for Damien Rice’s anguished pop on breakthrough album O, this is Lisa Hannigan’s third solo album, and it continues in the vein of stunningly elegant delivery of hauntingly ethereal songs.
She’s partial to a waltz – over half these pieces are in triple meter; the mood is distinctly watery and funereal and her Irish heritage is on plain display in the traditional arrangements, but she’s not afraid of a touch of electronica, as on Undertow.
I sit reviewing it on the hottest day of the year, so songs titled Snow feel discordant in such circumstances. Let it mature in a cupboard for six months, and you’re in for a fireside treat.