The air between Richard's soulful, diaristic lyrics and Zahn's austere piano is charged, pulled taut as wire. The silence is louder than the noise; we feel absence keenly.
Where Pigments was soaring, Quiet is, well, quiet-impressions delivered like elegies. Richard and Zahn are willing to play with space here, where notes are often bookended by reverberant silences.
These tragedies are laid bare, discussed with minimal allusion, on Quiet. 'Traditions,' a wistful and doting ode to family, fuses Richard's tightly-observed love for her kin with Zahn's meandering piano.
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