Fans regard her music as a place of refuge...
Sid Smith 2007
It’s a cinematic cliché that when a character faces any kind of loss a yearning female vocal wreathed in sonorous strings singing an Eastern scale will rise from the surround-sound to earnestly tug your heart-strings. The chances are that’ll be the voice of Lisa Gerrard. As Dead Can Dance (along with Brendan Perry), she established a gothic chill-out zone of diaphanous beauty and implicit spirituality that offered a dreamy haven from the materialistic 80s. Now a noted film composer, this release is an introductory showreel for those left wanting more of the same at the end of Ridley Scott’s Gladiator.
Her wordless invocations, borrowed folk melodies and psuedo-ethnic instrumental settings are woven into an undeniably attractive soft-focus mix that’s nevertheless curiously hollow on close inspection. Fans regard her music as a place of refuge though they should get out more often if they’re looking for something of real substance.