


Shadows
Los Angeles musician Cate Kennanâs self-produced second full-length unfolds with the poetry and immateriality of its title: Shadows. 10 vignettes of keys, strings, reverb, and voice, the songs sway and lope between dream and lullaby, rose-colored but remote. The album was inspired by the dislocation Kennan felt upon returning, after several years away, to the rustic neighborhood northwest of L.A. where sheâd grown up: âWandering through a place where my life once existed but where everything had quietly shifted with time.â
The music conjures a mood of distance, dust, and dazed emotion, alternately lulling and unraveling. From shuffling tumbleweed vignettes (âThe Lone West,â âRomantic Stringsâ) to sepia-tone torch songs (âShadows,â âReverieâ) to oblique keyboard meditations (âMoonlight,â âRainâ), Kennanâs soundworld moves with a muted, murky beauty, like alluring shapes seen through smudged glass. In her hands, haze is a transformative property, liberating melody and memory into landscapes still untraveled: âWhat began as a period of nostalgia for me turned into a longing, not for the past, for a place that might exist somewhere beyond the horizon.â
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Los Angeles musician Cate Kennanâs self-produced second full-length unfolds with the poetry and immateriality of its title: Shadows. 10 vignettes of keys, strings, reverb, and voice, the songs sway and lope between dream and lullaby, rose-colored but remote. The album was inspired by the dislocation Kennan felt upon returning, after several years away, to the rustic neighborhood northwest of L.A. where sheâd grown up: âWandering through a place where my life once existed but where everything had quietly shifted with time.â
The music conjures a mood of distance, dust, and dazed emotion, alternately lulling and unraveling. From shuffling tumbleweed vignettes (âThe Lone West,â âRomantic Stringsâ) to sepia-tone torch songs (âShadows,â âReverieâ) to oblique keyboard meditations (âMoonlight,â âRainâ), Kennanâs soundworld moves with a muted, murky beauty, like alluring shapes seen through smudged glass. In her hands, haze is a transformative property, liberating melody and memory into landscapes still untraveled: âWhat began as a period of nostalgia for me turned into a longing, not for the past, for a place that might exist somewhere beyond the horizon.â












