Gwenno

Le Kov

2018

This album was released 29 weeks ago.

80% ±5% 11 reviews
# Song 4WIM
1 Hi a Skoellyas Liv a Dhagrow
2 Tir Ha Mor
3 Herdhya
4 Eus Keus?
5 Jynn-amontya
6 Den Heb Taves
7 Daromres y'n Howl
8 Aremorika
9 Hunros
10 Koweth Ker
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90% Backseat Mafia There are not many who could reasonably get away with recording an album in another language and still portray such beauty and be so appealing to so many.
90% God is in the TV Le Kov is a timely release in the respect that it’s an album sung entirely in Saunders’ third language, Cornish.
80% Exclaim! Music One of them, Gwenno Mererid Saunders, has proven adept at crafting exquisite, exploratory pop music in that particular Brythonic vernacular.
80% Record Collector Her fluency in a language only spoken by roughly 1,000 people allows Le Kov (The Place Of Memory) to sparkle.
80% The Guardian The fourth track on Gwenno Saunders’ second album raises a question about whether lyrics really matter.
80% The Skinny On her solo debut Y Dydd Olaf, Gwenno Saunders explored the importance of preserving a sense of cultural identity almost entirely in Welsh.
80% Under the Radar Magazine The true triumph of Le Kov, however, is how Gwenno breathes such vitality into the ancient language.
80% The Arts Desk In order to make real sense of the songs, we have to do the reading as well as the listening '€“ we've been dropped off in the middle of nowhere and asked to find our way home with a book and a map rather than a Sat Nav app.
80% Loud & Quiet Gwenno effortlessly glides between styles on ‘Le Kov’ – the seamless transitions between forlorn piano and frosted beats (Aphex Twin was an inspiration) to pristine drums and discordant brass evoke a Cornwall that’s as easily accessible as it is steeped in tradition and folklore.
80% Music OMH Gwenno Saunders released her debut album Y Dydd Olaf in 2014, it was startling to hear how different it was to her work with her former band The Pipettes.
70% Tiny Mixtapes And the ringing wires resound; And the unearthly lovely weep, In lament of the music they make In the sullen courts of sleep… On that note, let us whistle for Lyonesse.