Big, slow, Australian, conceptual art-pop. And if that weren’t enough, it’s quite good, too: a poeticised music of reflection, mood and observation.
Nothing much happens in it, but there is plenty to be seen. McKee’s whispered incantations are partly narrative, partly scenic, and they hang, inertly, against a barely mobile backdrop of artistically arranged strings and arpeggiated guitars and pianos. “Flightless Bird”, “An Open Mine”, “Lunar Sea”. You get the picture.