Enya
Dark Sky Island
Aigle Music/Warner Music Group
Enyaβs first album in seven years is a soft-spoken refusal. She refuses to ignore the pulsating melodrama she witnesses all around her. Itβs always there; in every sky-scraping star, in every thorny bramble, in every churning ocean tide. But unlike these natural processes that she so fervently admires, Enya herself refuses to change. Dark Sky Island sees the 54-year-old Irish singer-songwriter returning once again, in pilgrimage, to the crumbling well of new age ambience. And on this particular visit, we must peer inside the pit, and travel 25 years backward to when her seminal work, 1988βs Watermark, was released, and see what has changed, and what has remained the same.
Enyaβs music has always tried to bridge the distance between the imagined and the real, using natural metaphors and theological allusions to augment her reverberant singing. That doesnβt change here, and perhaps this is a problem. Even as a fan of ambient and chamber music, I believe Enya has surpassed both of those genre classifications β Dark Sky Island is, more often than not, as potent as Ambien.
Opener βThe Hummingβ¦β doesnβt set the tone as much as call back to Watermarkβs subtly menacing βCursum Perficio,β and second track βSo I Could Find My Wayβ follows in similar fashion, doing an enervated re-enactment of her magical 2000 track βOnly Time.β
At the middle of the album lies βEchoes in the Rainβ which finally brings the pace back up, only to stifle its potential by having a lyric sheet littered with inanities.
βI Could Never Say Goodbyeβ is paced like a church elegy, has a gorgeous backing choir, and focuses heavily on absence, on isnβt-there-anymore-ness. Itβs a sad song about love and loss, sure, but fails to strike the stone heart with nearly as much oomph as some of Enyaβs 1988 tracks like βOn Your Shoreβ or βExile,β which exist always down the hall, deeper into the forest, Enyaβs voice on the precipice of evanescence.
Titular βDark Sky Islandβ is one of the most amorphous tracks on the album, with humming and instrumentation following one another like two mating birds. However, the connection between this track and Sark Island (purported source of inspiration), is thoroughly unclear.
The constrained vibrato on βAstra Et Lunaβ is a string-backed variant on the same listless, compassionate song style Enya has used for years; only this time, due to chord progression, it has a throbbing ecclesiastic connotation.
βThe Loxian Gate,β with its thundering drums and airy strings, is the most interesting song on the album, far surpassing the banality that precedes it. βThe Loxian Gateβ wears a different badge than the other 10 tracks because it resists, albeit weakly, Enyaβs typically soothing songwriting; here she uses her mouthless mutterings to engage with conflict instead of describing it superficially from a birds-eye view. It exists inside of a glorious moment.
Closer βDiamonds On the Waterβ provides us with the line βListen to the river/It echoes softly/Drifting in my memories/The sound of summerβ and is followed, a minute later, by deh-dah-deh ablaut. Whatβs interesting is how little this differs from the deflated-balloon βyeahβ βwhooβ and βna-na-naβ chorus-centric pop songs that are consistently lambasted for being insubstantial. Should Enyaβs Dark Sky Island be credited as anything more than self-derivative aestheticism? Iβm not sure. Itβs certainly the first time her music has provoked this consideration from me.
Whatβs most disappointing about this album is that the windswept heights of Watermarkβs βOrinoco Flow,β shifting contemplations of βEvening Falls,β and bubbling language-less soundscapes of βThe Longshipsβ are never reached. It seems that, 25 years on, Enya has drawn nearer to her musical freezing point. This album is for two discernable demographics: sleepy quinquagenarians and yawning infants. In this way, and this way only, Dark Sky Island is a universal piece of art.
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SPILL ALBUM REVIEW: ENYA – DARK SKY ISLAND
Nicholas Fazio