Overall, there is a return to the less expansive sound of early I Am Kloot without the grand strings and orchestral swoops of “Sky at Night”, the trio tight but relaxed with Bramwell’s voice pushed to the fore and the songs sounding better for it.
The mordant, bittersweet lyrics and cocky-yet-fragile vocals of John Bramwell are welcomingly familiar, lending all ten songs here a cosy immediacy.
Let It All In isn't something you can just casually listen to, it's an album to reflect both on, and with
Let It All In definitely seems compact, as if the band and their collaborators have stripped away anything excessive in favour of a taut collection of their finest.
At times it’s so polite and elegant it almost passes you by, yet on every song you’re soon gently overpowered by the sheer heart and homespun wisdom of the lyrics.
They’re in familiar miserably poetic folk-song territory. For some reason, every song evokes the pub.