Ora Cogan’s »Formless« shoots up like a late June snowdrop, bringing a breath of fresh air to the record heat levels caused by climate change. Her way of transforming nature into rhythms, which is both folky and psychedelic, makes the Canadian singer appear almost like a shamanic fairy of nature. Ora Cogan combines mystical lyrics with an elfin voice and lets them ripple melodically over classic folk structures. And without being kitschy or boring.
[Features]Ora Cogan takes us through nine tracks, from enchanted forests to ancient ruins to the overgrown remains of long-forgotten civilisations: Too much, perhaps? Maybe, maybe not. Ultimately, it is a sense of nostalgia, a whiff of the past, that transports us in the music and makes the surroundings seem dreamlike: a longing for a faraway place yet unknown. As occult as it sounds, it feels great, and somewhere deep inside everyone knows what it means. Ora Cogan puts it on an album and calls it formless: that’s how experimental folk music should be.
