The album exists in a perpetual winter, evoking the awe of beholding snow-capped mountains for the first time. Swelling strings, delicately picked classical guitars, and jovial glockenspiel loops lie atop a foundation of shuffling beats produced both acoustically and electronically. Their multi-tracked harmonies could be easily mistaken for door-to-door carolers fiending for a fix of figgy pudding.
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