The phrase "golden echo" conjures all sorts of ideas. A booming, all-encompassing sound that bathes everything in warmth; a grand cacophony of reverberations; colourful synaesthesia; the way something can sound even better when you hear it a second time. It makes you think of space, fairy tales, fables, and a fantasy world limited only by imagination.
Kimbra's second album equally conjures all of that. It's bold, dynamic, boundary-pushing, incredibly well produced, and yet not as outlandishly bonkers as you might've expected.
It's still very much a pop album, except unlike anything else you've heard, and it's a lot of fun.
The Golden Echo genre-hops like a jukebox, ranging from joyful 70s disco on Miracle, to chain-gang infused hip-hop on Goldmine, 80s electro-ballad Teen Heat, to dark and snappy funk that would make Prince proud on Madhouse and, of course, the brilliant nostalgia of early single 90s Music.