Imagine stumbling through a thrift shop of sounds, where Ella Fitzgerald’s ghost sips tea with Björk and Thom Yorke plays chess with Cecelia Bartoli, under the flickering fluorescent light that is Atlin Morgan’s mind. Her jazzy art-pop offering, “Can’t Let Go,” feels like wading through a sonic labyrinth fashioned from the boughs of broken heartstrings.
Within this home-brewed concoction recorded in North Vancouver’s most intimate corners—a moody jazz pop embraces classical flirtation like estranged lovers reunited by serendipity. One can envision darkened stage curtains absorbing her cathartic confessions about love lost but never fully released.
You’re served a melodic feast as lush female vocals pirouette over piano keys which seem to whisper secrets back and forth—all dressed in layered harmonies reminiscent of musical theatre soliloquies performed for an audience of one.
Atlin doesn’t just wear her influences on her sleeve; she weaves them into a quilt so diverse it could only be likened to a weathered map charting the peaks and valleys of human emotion—traversing everything from melancholic folk tales to rebellious rock anthems without missing a beat. It’s as though Lady Grey herself has spun shadows into sound before our very ears.
There’s something quixotically comforting about “Can’t Let Go.” Perhaps it’s how each element promises empathy rather than resolution or how its sinuous melodies manage to simultaneously lull yet invigorate your soul—it’s difficult not to feel profoundly understood within its embrace.
In essence, Atlin Morgan does more than sing songs—she conjures experiences ripe with emotional heft wrapped up neatly in jazzy pop bow ties dyed in classical hues. With this record, she doesn’t just invite you to listen—she dares you to feel.
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