Edinburgh-born, Montana-shaped, and now a late-blooming songwriter, Ker comes at music with the reflective patience of someone whoโs lived a whole other life first. โLofty Thoughts,โ the third song from his forthcoming debut album Converging Paths, feels like an ode to that perspective, with a melodically atmospheric, gently whimsical meditation on why we cling to objects long after their practical use is gone. Instead of big drama, Ker zeroes in on the emotional tug-of-war between what something is worth on paper and what itโs worth to your heart.
The track opens with a literal threshold, the sound of a door creaking open, as if weโre stepping into an attic or memory-laden spare room. Immediately, immersive strings begin to swell and writhe tenderly behind a melodic guitar figure, setting a soft, cinematic tone. Then Kerโs weathered, rich voice enters in a storytelling cadence. Itโs steady, unhurried, and present. He sounds like someone leafing through a box on the floor, talking half to you, half to himself.
โCanโt quite throw it away, donโt need it anymore, canโt quite throw it awayโฆโ he sings, holding fast to memories heโs โnot really sure whyโ he keeps. Crumpled letters, faded photos, a box of papers, none of them objectively valuable, all of them heavy with โyou and I.โ The lyrics are tender and sympathetic.
Musically, โLofty Thoughtsโ keeps blooming. Guitars strum and gleam, piano lines flow in quietly, and orchestral melodies shimmer around the edges while the drums rustle like someone shifting their weight on an old wooden floor. It all nods back to the mid-โ60s to mid-โ70s era Ker clearly loves, where lyrics matter, arrangements breathe, and songs offer a small emotional retreat. As a signpost for Converging Paths, โLofty Thoughtsโ suggests an album built not on spectacle, but on the small, stubborn things we canโt let go ofโand what they say about who we are.
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Review by: Naomi Joan