Tram's Paul Anderson frequently pits softly strummed guitar against ringing xylophone and bleating trumpet. He plays with songs like he's working the lead of a kite, letting out the slack for gorgeous ascending choruses before pulling everything back taut on the verse. Instruments are bathed in echo -- the guitars take on a foggy hue as if viewed from behind greased glass, and occasional brass and string flourishes augment but never overpower.
A Kind of Closure is a work of surprising restraint and marvelous sedation, illustrating the principle that power is often inversely proportional to volume.
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