White Heath – Take No Thought For Tomorrow (Electric Honey)

3 stars
The latest graduate of Stow College's music industry course's in-house
record label is this Edinburgh five-piecce's collection of epic
soundtracks to vocalist Sean Watson's heartfelt lyrical concerns.
Delivered in an opaque vocal rasp, this is an album chock-full of
widescreen ambition that at times resembles the sublime adventures of
late-period Talk Talk mashed-up with Sigur Ros, with its grandiose
piano, violin and bass trombone arrangements overlaying the urgent
melodrama of the guitars. Watson certainly puts himself through the
emotional wringer, and sometimes it all gets too much, but at its
sweepingly regal best, this is grown-up heartbreak made for fractured
times.

The List, June 2011

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