Hilang Child The Garth Waterman. Devotional. What is it in the formings of a young man in the mean streets that brings him to a place where his music instead of being fitted with concerns over bling and facebook status and the color of his tattoo eleven days after he's gone septic and instead makes churchy music. Is he the new Hoser? No. But the celestial organs, the martial rhythm, the echoes of sincerity that bleed through in every moment. It's amazing. His name is Ed. I happened upon his first EP long ago. My wife was at her bachelorette party in the mountains, far away, we shared a psychic connection over Rahim Moore's folly. She had her spirits to drown hers in and I had Ed. This then the second EP, first track is not far removed from the first EP except for the insistent middle section that impels introspection, furiously to the end. Are there atmosphere settings on computer, are they available locally. Update - 01/11/17- we do eagerly anticipate the album, he promises something new. We fear novelty in general. So much has changed in the interim, children, career dissolution, school, large houses, tiny landscapes all in a whirl without a whiff of nostalgia fueled escapism. Perhaps this is why I have drifted from music. It was the locus when my life was adrift, no that I am moored in the living it does seem less essential. But still I might dream of a new Hilang Child record. Over a year ago I wondered how he grew awkwardly and awry from the standard of the day. He's English sure but their youth culture is as knuckleheaded as it is here. Is it simply the infusion at birth of an old soul, an adolescence bathed in the pathos of depressive singer songwriters, an understanding of beauty and loveliness that comes as armament of an old soul? The title track is just lovely, church bred organs, his untethered voice and the drama of a life lived surely not by the song's composer but from his tapping into the ether of genius that allows the breath of world weariness to be expelled from someone who surely hasn't a clue and who spends many of his idle days longing for trainers and video games. Second track, more martial beats, a bit more unfocused, something like the third track from the first EP. There is a orbit of sounds intermittent and elliptical, the piano is the anchor but the dreams add the solidity and guitars and chimes climb like contrails across a sunset. I don't know if the lyrics are profound, he is rather young, they sound so but that may be because his voice has outpaced his psychic infusion of the human condition. Third track, Rushlight, a bit of a rocker for him. He's a drummer for some other band that I attempted to become familiar with once but their releases are thin on the ground. The drumming here is pedestrian for certain, he's making a wise move to turn away from a life of a clubber with a heart. it's all a bt pedestrian sounding really, dissect this song and it is simply a load of repeating phrases but it sounds marvelous and wonderful and as if it wasn't in your life as a young man and you discovered it alter dying in your bed of triple throat cancer you would life your last exhalations filled with regret over having missed a lifetime filled with Hilang Child. It has been some time since I have written anything, pardon my hyperbole. But he really is splendid, truly. Last track now, A Noble Kin of Guy, terribly title, but the dreamy voice and piano and the reverb and the echoes of a nation's torment over a millennia of existence. It's a bit singer songwriterly versus a dramatic folk turn style of emotions washing over you. It's a bit throwaway really, it sounds lovely, it's a Gorky's like b-side that they tuck away on a teuton dance number and you discover and treasure for the simplicity and the heart and the warmth of spirit.