Mercifully there to pick up the smithereened pieces of already smattered emotion is the wholesome, almost Thomas Adès-esque serenity to Squint: a revelation of a subdued sonata, it's a slowly blossoming specimen of utmost beauty; the logical soundtracking to a newborn being exposing its eyes from the relative safety of sealed lids for the very first time. Staggeringly exquisite in every possible respect.
Sam Cleeve's Soundcloud.