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Not so much post-rock as post-urban, [a]Novak[/a]'s debut LP reaches us just in time for spring, a refreshing sweep of cleansing melodies, warm instrumentation, and a nice light funk beneath the pasto
Mixing singer Adele's graceful, creamy croon deftly within wistful accordion, sparingly deployed oscillator and plaintive recorder, as well as the traditional guitar, drums and bass, Novak create an almost motorik form of chilled-out, cinematic folk.
Elegance is the key here. That's why 'Lord Of The World' unfurls languidly, unhurriedly, with the considered hush that could be mistaken for bookishness, but which is, in fact, an almost supernatural feel for correctness of mood. That's why previous single 'Boy Scouts Of America' can afford to slowly eke out a melody the shape of a grin, and allow it to meander over its six minutes until it eases into its radiant climax without even breaking a sweat.
Quite how they managed it all in the heart of Spaghetti Junction is a miracle, but if the idea of a school orchestra carving out symphonies to God with Can's rhythm section holding down the beat is your idea of a good night in, you might wanna give Novak a call.
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