CORRINA REPP - IT'S ONLY THE FUTURE

I’m kind of at a standstill here. All out of wit. All out of metaphors. I don’t really want to write this review. Every time the record begins, I just want to lay down somewhere and watch the perfect blue day or black night sky like a hypnotist’s stopwatch, leave my body, and go wandering in It’s Only The Future.
This is the absolute most unassuming thing I’ve ever listened to; so goddamn sad, but at the same time so goddamn triumphant. It’s this wintery little world of one voice and few instruments, sharing the simplest stories in the most modest possible manner, with a voice as soothing as a slow dance.
Yet, somehow, all this modesty becomes more powerful than the loudest, most layered music you have. It cradles you and carries you into parts of your heart and head, and you wind up just dreaming and spacing out, and it’s beautiful.