Most of the time reviewing records isn't the same experience as consuming music; I realise this might sound a bit counterintuitive, but usually you're scrabbling around for an appropriate metaphor to describe the latest Alex Turner aphorism, or attempting to understand why so many people thought Dirty Pretty Things were any good. Every so often however something arrives that isn't loaded with unfulfilled expectations, a release asking only for an open mind and with pure hearted simplicity, it allows you unplug from the whole reviewing music thing. Despite having too many vowels for it's own good, Emiliana Torrini's Me and Armini is one of those musical red squirrels.

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