It would be easy to write a verbose piece about the immersive nature of Turner William Jr.’s musicianship or drone on about the philosophical implications of the vipérine, a flower that is both at home on the shoulder of roadways and dry barren landscapes. But it seems much more important to state clearly, without metaphor or poetry, that Vipérine is a beautiful album, effortlessly weaving the rich presence of sacred music to the forward momentum of genre-agnostic artistry . . .
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