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There’s a loose vibe to Higgs’ style of banjo playing at the beginning of this expansive piece, which soon transforms from a rootsy stomp into a droning mantric meditation. The Lungfish frontman’s wordless vocal quavering builds a curious intensity before a transcendental exultation of Springtime begins. Like the seasons, the movements of ‘The Godward Way’ are cyclical, the refrains recurring and returning, with the briefest of spoken interludes between, before Higgs declares ‘There’s nothing to say… so you might as well sing’. Too right.
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