It's sometimes said that all Enya albums sound exactly the same. So it's only fair to say that Amarantine does provide a couple of twists on the formula that's made the reclusive lady from Donegal one of the most world's most successful singers. First, the production is a little more stripped down than before, allowing her dreamy vocals to stand out from the hazy backdrop of etheral syths and whooshing keyboards. Second, many of the tracks are sung in the new language of Loxian, invented by Enya's lyricist after her Elvish outing in Lord of the Rings - not a bad idea, since it adds to the general air of mysticism that's always characterised her best work. Overall, this is the aural equivalent of a long hot bath with scented candles - if you're in the mood, then climb in.
