White Water, White Bloom, the sophomore album from
Sea Wolf, starts out in much the same way that his last album did: with a slow, atmospheric build up. If I hadn't already internalized most of
Leaves in the River, it would be tough to tell these albums apart.
Sea Wolf doesn't stray far from the gypsy pop formula that made the first album so memorable: a little Arcade Fire, a dash of Decemberists, some Bright Eyes and a heaping of melody. Except for the melodies, these traits seem to be a bit more exaggerated the second time around.
This isn't a bad thing. If you do something well, don't abandon it.
White Water, White Bloom plays it safe and that doesn't disappoint me, but they tracks that make a slight departure from the familiar are the ones that stand out in my mind the most.