With such an imaginative cauldron of ideas, it would be foolish to pass this off as another exercise in Moffat-coined story weaving.
It’s clear from ‘The Island Come True’ that Moffat’s just as capable of capturing a feeling or a moment with fragmented classical samples and field recordings as he is with words.
'The Island Come True' has a real innate beauty that makes it an utterly bewitching listen.
Though not as affecting but certainly more varied and melodramatic, Moffat has made his best album as L. Pierre with The Island Come True, a snapshot of his own little slice of Neverland.
What tear-streaked faded glory flickering tape reel flapping music box tinkling fvckery is this?
Who knew Moffat could pour you out a pint of pure sepia stained nostalgia just as easily as spinning a beer soaked yarn?
With this little treasure you are really spoiling us Monsieur Pierre
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