The kind of album that Pitchfork dreams about. And if they exist one of their staffwriters would probably have to invent, Lifetime by Erika Di Casier, Cased in a sleeve of rolling clouds and airbrushed vision of female beauty of the kind that have adorned teenage walls since the Sixties.
As for the music. Gentle, sensuous neo soul. Steam rising from a fragrant bath. 30 minutes and forty seconds of the clock paused. Sweet !
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