How many modern pop artists construct their records out of virtually any refraction of the classic tradition, from prog epics to musical theatre to earnest folk to ’70s radio pop to smart-as-a-whip contemporary R&B?
Not too many, you say?
In the wake of a pandemic that waxes and wanes but never quite vacates, pop changeling Gilbert Neal delivers the provocative and bitingly personal I’ll See You When I See You — an obliquely passionate salvo that feels alien yet warmly familiar. On one level, it maps the dissolution of a (virtual? long-distance?) romantic entanglement. On another, it explores the mystery and dread framing the global perception of Russian culture.
I’ll See You When I See You… sees you. It is available everywhere.