Understated yet sublime, Enya returns with a seemingly subdued take on her previously adventurous, occasionly tropical music. Shedding the New Age traits, she hones in on deeper, humanist inspirations. Clearly inspired by Irish herritage, voice and instruments form a union around the spirit of Folk hymns. A harmonous, intimate tone emerges, capturing a spiritual connection through seeming but deceptive simplisity. Stripped back composotions commonly pair strings and pianos, laid bare against Enya's exemplary voice. They strike at the heart of a songs intention, without the melodic garnish and fluffy fanfare that could easily slip into these compositions.
Thus Shepherd Moons almost seems broody on first encounters. A lengthy foray into atmosphere over immenence. Regular intervals linger on these minimalist passages, maximized by the aesthetic claritty of immaculate sounds suspended in gentle, spacious reverbs. This approach leans into the spirtual sentiment, a soothing breeze of mortal meaning, profound and almost devine in its church hymn nature. So to does her singing in Gaelic evoke that emotive power found in traditional communal music.
Describing the magic of Enya's voice is such a feat. Words evade yet a prevailing sentiment remains. She seems like a muse unto herself, channeling heavenly inspirations to a humane destination. Learning of her seclusion from the lime light and reluctance to perform live elevates this mythos. Citing she cannot do her carefully crafted songs justice, I end up with a sense of finding perfection that works.
When her voice graciously drifts over adorning strings or moving piano chords, its simply wonderous. So often she arrives in different measures, from gently singing words, to humming tunes and many places between. Layering melodies and chanting like choral synths, it all comes together with a touch of divinity. On this incarnation, it all flows like a river of time, continuously flowing, giving one a dose of tranquility.
Rating: 9/10