Emil Svanangen has spent quite a bit of his time recently playing live throughout his native Swedenin the accompaniment of chamber orchestras. Drawing inspiration from this experience, reflection on everything he’s accomplished thus far, and seriously contemplating his creative approach have all culminated into Loney, Dear’s sixth studio album, Hall Music.
When I discovered Loney Dear about a year ago, I was entertained but ultimately categorized it under that little place in your mind where you say: “Yeah, I’ve heard them” but not much more. So when this appropriately titled album was put on deck, I recalled what I had experienced and hit play. Beginning with “Name,” Svanangen’s subdued vocals ring out over an ever building dreamlike orchestration of audible imagery. Finding that fine place where voice and instrument collide, the electronically infused chamber music comes beautifully wrapped by an artist who can appreciate the complexity of the art while keeping it real. Loney, Dear quickly finds its dynamic in “My Heart,” with distorted bass grooves laid over faint bells and harmonious vocals.
The smooth ambiance created within Hall Music drives a sense of reflection. It captivates and brings about a sense of inspiration. As the eleven tracks build we transcend into an opera-like sensation. You can’t help but become entranced in the shape defined by darkness and light. Fadeouts into emptiness are quickly picked up by an array of instruments including xylophone and chimes and the chipper up beat tones kept at bay by the likes of baritone horns and echoing drums.
Hall Music maintains a unique personality which clearly demonstrates the growth and potential of Loney, Dear. Though not an album you’d find someone cruising town with their windows down to, it is one in which you can find solace on cold winter days. It is a surprising journey into a style that has been around for centuries, yet to today’s music world is seldom heard. Svanangen’s ability to embed himself in your mentality for eleven songs proves his passion for his art has paid off; a far cry from the man who once produced his own music to get on the web to anyone who would listen.