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Speaking to beauty, the innate and, by definition, exquisite spiritual nature of it, how it so often rises so far above and beyong the quotidian that it can, via the emotional core that shores up our instincts, make us cry, always proves something of a challenge. I mean, how does one articulate one’s response to a piecc of work that, from the very off, virtually exhausts the stores of the articulable? The answer, I’ve found, or in any case as close to an answer as I can come, is surrender, and thus do I fall not so much under but into the spell that is The Dream We Carry, the latest album from Liverpool’s The Revolutionary Army of the Infant Jesus.
Now, that may very well appear an overwrought intro to what is ostensibly ‘just’ a record review, but while that’s a valid reaction that this writer might most often share when encountering …