Which brings with it, for much of the album, an inescapable sense of fatigue. “Sancta Maria” is just those two words repeated over a bland waft of a tune and some opportunistic key changes. And what, please, is a “Forge of the Angels”? The sheen of Enya’s electronic sound hasn’t changed at all over the years, and is now not so much evocative of new age, as old age. It’s not that it sets out to be exciting and passionate - like Cheryl or Justin Bieber - and fails annoyingly. The trouble with Dark Sky Island is that it sets out to be a faded copy of earlier work, and
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Honestly SOTY.
