Lower Dens’ first album, 2010’s Twin-Hand Movement, was such a spectral introduction to the band that it bothered fewer ears over here than a warm breeze in July. But the Baltimore band’s minimal, wraith-like mix of wintry indie-rock, dream-away sounds, gently propulsive rhythms and wispy, androgynous vocals compelled anyone who did feel its subtle charms to do two things: listen repeatedly and obsessively. At the helm is Jana Hunter, who stalked acid-folk territory alone before ghosting into less mossy terrain, and her distant murmuring and spooked atmospherics, while hypnotic, are too ghostly and odd to reveal much beyond the cosmic Read more on Last.fm.
You know that feeling when you’re working really hard to recall a song that made you feel something really deeply? You can hear it far away, over the mountains in your mind? That’s what this record sounds like. As the lush, “reverb-y” pop set goes, these cats do it as well as I’ve ever heard.