One listen.

It has been a long time since I last wrote about Nearly Oratorio. This isn’t from a new release, but it is one I finally acquired last week. Listened to it once, decided to cover this song in particular.

Not sure how well I captured the song. I think I did well in some parts and not so in others. Overall I think you’d et an idea from reading this, though perhaps not as strong an idea as one should get.

Nearly Oratorio’s “Voices” is from Showers.

I hope you enjoy.

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Gentle, seemingly warped sound. Muffled. Peaceful, gentle, and a little sad too, maybe. Or maybe not.

Vocals come in, split and seemingly mumbled and clear at the same time. Slow and deliberate, and at the right pace. Always at the right pace. Percussion also gentle is now here, beeping along. Steady. More sound. Layering, moving along as though an innocent pulse frozen in time, or at least that moment in time is holding.

This sound is pretty and more comes in. More layers, filling with space without feeling cluttered. It all still feels small and cosy, and joyous. It’s blissful; it’s a right moment, and it stays still among motion and movement. It remains pretty. It stays pretty.

There’s a little bit of a pull back before everything and more comes in, and the space grows deeper, or wider. But it stays small. It seems very personal, and it’s a blip among a million others, but it’s this blip that matters.

Percussion increases, and so do other sounds. So do keys, and percussion takes over, drowns out everything, takes over, engulfs, and is suddenly diminished where another note comes in. Vocals distort and seem to lose structure whilst holding it. They echo out into a silence; into a void, where that moment remains and where the song ends.