A third listen to Caught in Treetops. A fortnight on and I've got my own ears back.
How athletic, balletic, gymnastic the opening solo is, how much lightness and flight there feels to be coming from how much strength. How gorgeously blended amongst the instruments the music is. How instrumental rather than interruptive the percussion is (favourite moment is a knocking on a dry tom drum of some sort while the violin rings a long two-note; it has something of a spirit about it). How insects hover through at one point. How it has the self-possession to close. Graceful, dignified, loving silversmithery.
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