From a somewhat individual viewpoint of a westerner recently resettled in Hong Kong, the mix of Dance's observational folkiness in the economic zone's sometimes Blade Runner-ish neon surroundings is often intriguing.
The title track's mix of Joni Mitchell-style stream of thought vocals with eastern percussion makes it a highlight as she questions a range of boundaries, while Socotra's gentle tumble nods toward PJ Harvey in its insistence, along with its political and personal notebook jottings. There's a lot going on across just four tracks here, and you're left wondering where she might go next as she perhaps finds more of her own voice.
