We got directions but nowhere to go
The sunset of The Great Western is coloured with a lush, warm keyboard palette. Soft ambient waves enrich a calm backbeat. Rich textures decorate the rest-seeking, weary tone of the song. The long journey’s over, the wanderlust has ran out, it’s time to sit back and reflect on what you saw.
One of the best songs on the album lies in its closer that at a quick glance looks much lesser than it is. It’s the perfect end-of-the-album lullaby that brings the final chapter to close with a musical reflection on everything that was on the album and bids the listener a gentle farewell. It’s a productional masterpiece filled with gorgeous lush tones and beautiful warmth. The atmosphere is immaculate. The only thing breaking the pastoral tranquility is the truly terribly redundant lyrical couplet “which way to Kyffin, we don’t know / we don’t know which way to go” that manages to hit my ears in an unpleasant way each and every time – shame, because otherwise the lyrics of the song are one of the album’s best, perfectly working with the lyrics to bring that satisfying feeling of resignation from the world’s weary worries.
The Kyffin referred to in the title is Kyffin Williams, a Welsh painter who the song is dedicated to.