This review was originally published in March of 2018.

Yes, this is in some ways the soul of Damien Rice, but there is something plaintive about the entire song that strikes a note Rice never hit. Sure, I'm a sucker for the one note piano melody; we have a lot of that, and some extra intervals, but the mark of this song for me is the pony-slow walk of the timpani, the subtle sway of the violins, and the perfectly precise acoustic strums.

If this song were a painting, it would be a piece by Gauguin with those swirling fields of yellow flowers, in his own Hellespont of Arles - which some say is the only place he ever felt at home.

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