LowtideLowtide's latest is a feet-first affair, like a few crushing seconds of free falling stretched into an afternoon of self-reflection.
Gabriel Lewis' chords burst into the atmosphere with cotton-wool softness, simultaneously surrounding and supporting Anton Jakovljevic's almost-absentminded percussion and Lucy Buckeridge's languid strumming and wistful incantations. Full of more body and texture than a luxury latte, Southern Mind is outwardly facing shoegaze at its finest, even if that feels like staring through a foggy window.
Much like meditation, it's not about turning the volume up but rather turning everything else down and, consequently, it carries some of the same pitfalls for the perennially restless.
