First time I encountered the records of Grouper I was more than a little worried about what would happen to the girl who appeared to be trapped down the well.  She sounded distressed, and quite a long way down.  Fortunately, it sounds like Sting stopped scratching his tantric bollocks for long enough to answer the call, greased himself up, and accompanying his endeavours with a verse or two of “If You Love Somebody, Set Them Free”, he did just that. 

And we should, as always, give our thanks to the contradiction-immune Jag-endorsing earth-saver, as now we have the wonderfully-titled Dragging A Dead Deer Up A Hill to enjoy.  “Disengaged” opens with the sound of rainstorm ripping at trees, or maybe waves raging at dunes, before a voice enters alongside heavily-decayed keyboard, while a lush drone swells around them.  When this slips into the strum, swirl and spectral vocals of “Heavy Water/I’d Rather Be Sleeping”, the result is heartbreaking.  With my hands clamped to my ears, I can just about discern words amongst the darkness…I fall in, am carried away by deep currents.  I may never get out.  Where is Sting when you need him?  I spend the rest of the album dazed and submerged.  Dragging A Dead Deer Up A Hill, for example via the ancient-sounding harmonies of “Invisible”, transcends the shoegaze references; it feels like a classic folk album is here somewhere in the depths, being corroded by salt water and broken up by the tendrils of seaweed.  If only I could get down to the bottom; the more I swim it just gets darker and murkier.

The fact that Liz Harris’s voice is that bit more prominent in the mix perhaps betrays a growing confidence, and no wonder – Dragging A Dead Deer Up A Hill is to my hyperbole-prone ears possibly my favourite record of the year so far.  It is available now from a seemingly-rejuvenated Type.