Maraqopa signifies a shift from an album-length exercise in osmosis to a set of songs made to excite, and Jurado seems to know this.
Maraqopa maintains such a consistently high quality that you'll be unconcerned that it leaves boundaries undisturbed.
Maraqopa is, at times, a sumptuous sigh of a record, the sound of a man exploring a territory he’s earned the right to claim as his own.
What you have here is one hell of a late-night record, with plenty of wistful longing and just enough sunshine to keep you off the suicide hotline.
These songs are probably Jurado’s most ambitious portraits yet in terms of ideas and eclecticism.
This album is more of a mood piece, its melodic rewards teased out over time and drenched in the type of steady rain that his home state is known for.
Maraqopa spans genres, production techniques, and songwriting styles, all while retaining an overarching and unifying aesthetic: a cohesive haze of distance.
There may be the usual clutter-tracks, the ones that will always be skipped, but when Jurado gets it, he gets it spot on
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