It's difficult to tell what the image on the cover of Richard Skelton's Landings is exactly. It's either trees or clouds, photographed from above—could be from a mountain to a valley, or a plane down into the sky. His music is similarly shaped but amorphous, undeniably pretty but then panged with sadness, hope, longing, confusion, understanding. Instrumental and largely shaped around bowed instruments, Skelton's drones feel urgent, though he recorded them over the past four years in the open air of Northern England. Certainly a record for a specific mood, though it's such a languid record, slow and welcome to interpretation, that it's certainly for you to decide what state to pin it to, luxury or lament.
Stream: Richard Skelton's Landings