Nowhere is this more apparent than on ‘Speech of Foxes’, which makes beautiful use of forlorn strings and eloquent piano stabs. But, to refer to any of the sounds on this record as ‘stabs’ is somewhat misrepresentative: they may be as light as a feather, but still manage to pack considerable punch. Barnes’ soothing voice carries a significant weight, adding further solemn qualities to his mournful lyricism. Not much is said, but a lot is told.
The power of ‘In Roses” emotion comes in how honest and upfront it is, choosing to forego all the fluff in favour of a direct shot to the heart. It’s beyond expressive, and it all comes to disheartening and dramatic close on the harrowing ‘Polly’. ‘In Roses’ is kind of a horrible record in a sense, praying on emotional weakness so aggressively - but, it’s so achingly gorgeous, that it’s hard not to dive in with a complete disregard for state of mind. Just remember to bring the tissues if you’re thinking of taking the plunge - it’s not going to be easy, but it’s definitely worth it.