Romanticism bleeding into Impressionism rules the day in this chambery collection of songs with Lisa Germano's wispy disaffected vocals stretching out atop—winsome, sultry, and abstracted. Of course, as a classically proper herald of the subtlety of things, the cover's a beautiful piece of art which doesn't disturb the viewer until the seemingly innocent and picturesque gathering of birds centers in a crow's beak threateningly atop a rabbit buried to its neck in the snow, a metaphor for lyrics carrying disarming connotation and explicit dismay.
The music itself is a procession of soft lights, quiet bubble bursts, lush gauzy fields of cotton batting, and narcotic perfumes caressing the listener, gently laying hands on flushed cheeks, slowly pulling floating bodies away, away, away to lands not entirely what the traveler expected. In the Maybe World takes the 4AD sound a step further, settling into a more considered and refined modernism rather than gothicked baroquities. Of course, songs like Red Thread, with its "Go to Hell" refrain counterpointed by an angelically almost transparent response of "Fuck you" sweetly delivered in seraphic background grace tends to demand distance from the more eclesiastic days of yore. The blend of cynicism, wry cleverness, and disaffection is pretty much Germano's trademark, a niche few share so well.
Maybe World is both decorous and alarming, which is not at all unusual for a Germano CD, but the polar magnetics here between apparency and reality make everything maintain an exquisite balance slightly demented while lightly mannered. This figures prominently in the singer's appeal, especially in a society that's grown bone weary of consumeristic fairy tales about love and awareness in a rapidly decaying milieu. There are many ways of striking back, though, and this is one of them.
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