Artist:Laneway

Deep in the forested hills of the Natural Bridge, on the edge of an extinct volcano, amidst the speckled light of glowworms, tucked beneath damp and heavy air, hushed by the ripple of the spring fed creek is a cabin with a stone floor that is the home of Louise O’Reilly and Paul Hannan. Herein is the space where flowers in the hair, tapping of the boots, a swaying of the hips has been translated into the sound of the death of 1000 summers. The sounds of Laneway. In the hills they have written, mourned, fixed pipes and chopped wood. Collected tales. Of places. Journeys. Home. Of seeking and finding and misplacing once more. Donkeys. Turning on lights. Death. And love (whatever that may be). They ventured down last year with Turn Your Love Up, their second album offering following 2009’s If You Don’t Need It Let It Go. The new album was pieced together through recording sessions in spaces inspired and as diverse as their eclectic musical appreciations, and extends their dreamy ...