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Jan 27, 2014Moon's classic-sounding melodies and instrumentation have a timeless if deceptively simple beauty that's different in all the right ways from Raymonde's former band, and that's exactly what makes Snowbird such a worthy successor.
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Jan 23, 2014You can’t tell that Bella Union founder Simon Raymonde and Wisconsin-raised vocalist Stephanie Dosen didn’t even make it into the same room for this beautiful collaborative record as Snowbird, such are its dreamy, enlightening and angelic qualities.
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Jan 23, 2014Snowbird have created a record to be cherished.
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Jan 23, 2014The restraint and delicate nature of their performances compliment Stephanie Dose's voice and help showcase her unusual style of singing.
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Feb 4, 2014It’s beautiful background music at worst but much more if it is given the attention it deserves.
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Jan 28, 2014Minor criticisms aside, this is elegant dreampop at its finest, and a worthy introduction to the incandescent world of Snowbird.
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UncutJan 23, 2014It's a mysterious affair, but never obscure. [Feb 2014, p.68]
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Feb 3, 2014Moon is plenty fine in its own right, and if this heralds a return to further music from Raymonde as well as getting Dosen a little more attention than previously, then nothing wrong with that in the slightest.
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Jan 30, 2014It might be easy to get lost in the loveliness of all this, but there are exceptional songs that remove any threat of stupor.
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Feb 3, 2014This is still a solid debut from a confident pair, one with room to grow into this sound, which is far tighter at its core than some of its gossamer layers might suggest.
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Jan 27, 2014Moon is bookended by the structurally perfect melodies of "I Heard the Owl Call My Name" and "Heart of the Woods"--but what’s in-between is often too airy-fairy to really grab.
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Jan 24, 2014Pleasant enough, but too twee.
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MojoJan 23, 2014Moon ultimately suffers from a surfeit of wistful syrup. [Feb 2014, p.95]
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Jan 27, 2014All too often, the songs are too lightweight to ensnare the listener, their gossamer melodies floating out of the memory almost as quickly as they entered.