"This music, designed to resist classification, is basically (horrors) indie rock, except with a crooning pianist at the helm. Stop before you imagine Ben Folds: everything here is solemn and slow, and glistens with analog reverb. Shoegazing, with wing-tip shoes. The lyrics appear fittingly sad and literate....Cass McCombs is an intriguing man. His songwriting abilities are undeniable but weirdly de-emphasized. His reedy voice is either awfully affected or poised to become one of our Great Acquired Tastes alongside Robert Smith's meow and Stephen Malkmus's yawn. A, while a fine album, is full of head-scratching choices; just as its harsh lyrics policy can't be explained by financial reasons (the inside of the CD booklet is wasted on a large Pollockian doodle), some of the production touches are just as odd. But it does make you suspect that we're dealing with a genius-- one that has yet to be properly framed." (Pitchfork)
“Everything starts with a guitar and a loop pedal. Hein Cooper explains how something so simple can become something as beautiful as a song. With this mentality, we can truly appreciate his debut album "The Art Of Escape". Hein Cooper made his start last year (2016) with his debut EP, acting as the first taste of what’s to come. He uses his folk foundations to create a unique sound that demonstrates his star power and individuality. He has left us a collection of songs that allow the listener to escape the troubles of life and disappear into a world full of life, serenity and bliss. The simplicity of the tracks allows you to completely take in his soft, soothing voice and really listen to the words.” (Howlandechoes)
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