Several years of hard work making Pagodes has paid off in spades. It’s an album that’s difficult to turn away from, full of beautiful melody, futuristic production flourishes and lyrics that don’t shy away from darkness, but always alight on uplifting conclusion. Opener ‘This Idea of Us’ is a smouldering torch ballad, its string arrangement lending it gripping drama. Robert Wyatt’s ‘Age of Self’ comes off as a song McCleery was born to sing, its lyrical content as relevant today as it was 30 years ago. The album moves into infectious percussive swing and melodic loops with ‘Ballade,’ a song that could have come from the LA-jazz hotbed surrounding Flying Lotus. Pagodes marries all of this thrilling diversity via McCleery’s existential musings and his startling voice and playing. It’s unlikely you’ll hear an album of such power from another singer songwriter anytime soon.