I'm sentimental about Mazzy Star, and for me - as for many if not all of their other fans, I suspect - there's a doubled affect and piquancy, in that their music at once recalls a very specific time and state of mind, and a more generalised out-of-time mood.
How that translates to the release of Seasons of Your Day, many years on from those halcyon days of the 90s, I'm not exactly sure. But, somehow, it fits seamlessly - not much has changed in their sound since that earlier trio of records (She Hangs Brightly, So Tonight That I Might See, Among My Swan), yet rather than sounding in any way anachronistic or stale, Seasons feels simply like another, perfectly-fitting swatch in the tapestry of the band's music and what it's meant for me.
How that translates to the release of Seasons of Your Day, many years on from those halcyon days of the 90s, I'm not exactly sure. But, somehow, it fits seamlessly - not much has changed in their sound since that earlier trio of records (She Hangs Brightly, So Tonight That I Might See, Among My Swan), yet rather than sounding in any way anachronistic or stale, Seasons feels simply like another, perfectly-fitting swatch in the tapestry of the band's music and what it's meant for me.
