Seaming To: Dust Gatherers Album Review

7.3

By Hugh Morris

Genre:

Experimental

Label:

O SingAtMe

Reviewed:

February 17, 2023

Seaming To's musical heritage doesn't immediately scream rebellion. The London-born singer, composer, and multi-instrumentalist comes from a family of concert pianists, and she followed their path at Manchester's Royal Northern College of Music, where she trained as an opera singer. From there, she embarked on a prestigious set of collaborations, appearing on multiple albums with the band Homelife, and later featuring on Robert Wyatt's 2007 album Comicopera. But subversion is front and center on Dust Gatherers, an album of eccentric compositions and significant emotional depth. It's To's most successful marrying of avant-garde iconoclasm and classical tradition to date.

On her 2006 EP, Sodaslow (For Us), Seaming To introduced the defining characteristics of her impressionistic music: adventurous vocal lines, dramatic genres shifts, and warm melodies built from supple strings and washed-out piano. Her first full-length album, 2012's Seaming, added elements from mystical horror to the mix. In the decade since that release, she shifted her focus toward film and theater compositions, but Dust Gatherers picks up where its predecessor left off: an avant-pop opus that threads abstract, cerebral themes with subtle wit and a sense of the supernatural.

Dust Gatherers veers smoothly and swiftly within its ambitious narrative framework. "Blessing" is a haunting meditation on God's all-reaching power, like a psalm and incantation in equal parts, and To underscores its words with an operatic chorus of multi-tracked vocals full of shimmering drama. In "Tousles," she addresses a lover with eerie invitations ("Pluck at my heart, put hinges on it, so you can open me easily") as trickling oscillators drive an ever-expanding backdrop. "Brave" leans into a sense of mischief, with whispery overdubs and plinky analog synths adding a whimsical touch.

Whether the mood is playful, intense, or downright unsettling, To consistently makes space for introspection. On "Pleasures Are Meaningless," she spins a stretched, shapeless lament for voice and piano that flips into autobiography, signed with the phrase, "​​Seaming, seemingly." In the verses, To reflects on a lifetime of aspirations, only to find that everything was "meaningless, a chasing after the wind, nothing gained under the sun." The intrepid vocals at the foreground—growls, gasps and spinning lines reminiscent of Meredith Monk—and the gothic horror of the arrangements obscure these fraught, personal explorations.

To's compositions are rooted in the French impressionism of Claude Debussy. On "Water Flows," she stacks clarinets atop her fluid, wordless vocal melody. Accompanied by clarinet and piano, To paints in thin strokes with accented curves on "Traveler," while "Pleasures are Meaningless," with its delicate color palette and sense of yearning, evokes the intimate ballads of Bill Evans. With those compositional foundations in place, piles of effects—overdubs, delays, reverbs, oscillators—can clear in an instant to reveal new depth. After the humid atmosphere of the album's first half, "xenamax" is three clear-sighted minutes of tuned percussion, analog synths, and a juddering machine that sounds like a taut rope on a suspension bridge. With each album, To takes increasing control of each aspect of her art, but she is also an exacting excavator. As she drills into the overlapping layers of Dust Gatherers, what she finds at the core is vulnerable and unexpectedly moving.