Even more than the Flower Kings, the stretch of albums by the Hans Lundin led Kaipa is the epitome of comfort prog for the soul. You know exactly what you're getting when you listen to a Kaipa album. As always, I'm not saying this is a bad thing. When I eat a peanut butter sandwich, I do it because I remember how much I liked the last one I ate. I don't need it to be a $95 gourmet sandwich made by a guy sprinkling salt on it off his forearm; I just want to eat the damned sandwich.
Phenomenal songwriting and musicianship right in that Kaipa wheelhouse that people love. If you loved the others, you'll love this one. My only gripe is a personal one. Aleena Gibson's voice cuts through me like a woman doing an auto dealership commercial screaming, "Come get some." (a NY area reference)
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