Teeming with style, and substantially more compelling than much comparable music consuming megabytes on your now-basically obsolete external hard drive, Seraphina’s Kingdom Come proves a permutable listen, traditional structuring foregone in favour of a more freeform arrangement. Her vocal – less seraphic; rather more sportive – benefits from this, and incontrovertibly leads it for atop late ’90s keys, rigid drums and guitars writhing saurian, she’ll lyrically explore the amorous impasse between head and heart in the wake of some unspecified “sweet mistake,” or other. This one’s anything but of course, and the confidence which courses throughout Seraphina’s vocal performance evidences deliberate purpose as much as it does liberated poise. Exemplary.
First Transmission: Seraphina, Kingdom Come.
