But don't let that be a turn-off: Arnalds' mostly instrumental songs, which fall somewhere between contemporary classical and experimental electronica, are gorgeously textured sketches with as much restrained hope as melancholia.
So for me, I constantly have to be looking down at my feet to make sure I place them some place that they're going to stay because I don't know when they're going to spit off and when I'm going to fall.