Folk enchantment plotting its course after being brushed with a pixie’s trail of stardust, Maps breathily addresses the mic in psychedelically-coloured wonderment (as much as he also sounds jaded), and leads into a rousing runway of strings unfolding within epic-seeking environs. Looking skywards brings more of the same restfulness as a vigil of guitar and organ-driven compassion and charm.
4 Out Of 5
Reviewed By: Matt Oliver