The music crafted by the beloved James Vincent McMorrow is beautiful as is, yet along comes the very capable producer Kiings and he makes JVM’s track “Cavalier,” simply transcendent.
Rarely does it get any better than this, no? Kiings ferrets and teases out a sultry orchestration resplendent with sinful sounds which instantly elevate the already gospel-tinged and spirit-esque vitality of James’s pristine vocals and lays it atop such unadulterated brashness. Each beat is a masseuse’s deft fingers working it all out until your ears hang their heavy head wrung out but alas sated. Staccato beats provide steam engine propulsion, taut synth work urge a listener towards the 7th deadly sin and your ears relish within it endlessly.
I am definitely looking forward to more of the Kiings experience, this guy he is going places and all of them
point heavenward. Peace.
P.S. Many thanks to my beautiful muse Teddi Stavee, you can whisper sweet nothing in my ear any time.
“Cavalier” Lyrics:
Speak until the dust
settles in the same specific place
Light refused to go
Drink it from a cast and iron plate
instead of cold milk
was offered unripe
Instead of silence
considered craven
Nothing made it seem
hidden where the aging soil was pure
Pressed against the crease
Mountains become fragrant at the source
how can you stand this
exotic angle
I read it somewhere
that they would lie still
I remember how cloth hung
flexing with the forest clung
Half waist and high raised arms
kicking at the slightest form
I remember my first love
I remember my first love
Unrelied I was called
missing teeth out of favour
Nickel beach it was all
gathering by the sundial
I woke hard
I woke heavy
for the half way stop
Five whole hours in
when I woke hard
I woke heavy with the live or parts
I remember how cloth hung
flexing with the forest clung
Half waist and high raised arms
kicking at the slightest form
I remember my first love
I remember my first love
I remember my first love