Textural and meticulously composed, the emotive ambience of Sleeping Me is a quiet reminder of all the beauty and personal strife that is experienced in solitude. Tidal currents of delayed guitar carry the listener across an ocean of reverb, cast adrift beneath a brooding sky. Each track hands an elusive secret to the next, hinted at but never revealed. Sleeping Me's masterful debut album Cradlesongs is an homage to the bittersweet rise and fall of fortune, the discovery and evasiveness of identity and truth, the acceptance of distance and disappointment, and the poignancy of an ever-elusive yet omnipresent love. From the sad, sparse introductory piece ‘Empty Cradle’ to the epic melancholy of closing track ‘The Rattle In Our Throats’, Cradlesongs demonstrates an unmatchable elegance and poise, allowing these sorrowful symphonies to extend far beyond their own discrete edges and breathe new life into a crowded genre.