A few moments into Meg Baird’s Furling and you’ll want to roll up in its shimmering beauty and stay long after the record ends.
Furling is Baird’s first solo album since 2015’s Don’t Weigh Down the Light, but you may know her from Espers and that band’s four lovely albums released in the earlier part of the 2000s. If you know Espers, you’re more than likely already ready to jump into Furling and I won’t stop you since that’s infinitely more rewarding than anything I have to say here. With the ability to listen to entire albums before making a purchase, I often think words about function more like decoration.
Fronted by Baird’s vocals, piano, and acoustic guitar and joined by Mellotron, synths, and drums, Furling moves at a dreamy pace, building magical castles in the air that expand beyond folk calling experience and enlightenment, elation, and ecstasy into bloom, as the liner notes so aptly say.
Grab a slice of ecstasy.
