Sean O'Hagan and his merry band of High Llamas aren't quite as prolific as they once were back in the 1990s, but their latest effort, the all-too-brief "musical narrative," Here Come The Rattling Trees, is a great reminder of the group's myriad charms. From the very first note, the listener is transported to a sonic space that really no other band can conjure up, filled with elegant arrangements, buoyant and bubbling keyboards, wistful melodies and crisp Tropicalia rhythms. Beautiful . . .
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