2017 release. Her version of Beyonce's "Halo," from 2013's The Bluebird of Happiness, captivated the world. It garnered international attention when HBO series The Young Pope used it in a pivotal scene. Now Lotte Kestner returns with Off White. It's unsparing, alabaster songs are powerful enough to age a young pope 50 years and shatter his faith in the almighty. Lotte Kestner is the pseudonym of Anna-Lynne Williams, formerly the singer in beloved band Trespassers William and collaborator with the Chemical Brothers. When Williams is singing, it hurts to breathe. Her voice is luminous and made of pearls. She sings love songs for hospitals. Off White is so unbearably moving, so jaw-dropping intimate, that you'll never be the same again after hearing it. Off White is a treasure, an album of shadows and silhouettes. Songs you'd want played at your funeral, elegiac and uplifting, valedictory and ashen. It ends with a solitary piano figure, nothing left to say. Words always fail us, and sometimes silence is the best way to convey what is dead in our hearts.
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2017 release. Her version of Beyonce's "Halo," from 2013's The Bluebird of Happiness, captivated the world. It garnered international attention when HBO series The Young Pope used it in a pivotal scene. Now Lotte Kestner returns with Off White. It's unsparing, alabaster songs are powerful enough to age a young pope 50 years and shatter his faith in the almighty. Lotte Kestner is the pseudonym of Anna-Lynne Williams, formerly the singer in beloved band Trespassers William and collaborator with the Chemical Brothers. When Williams is singing, it hurts to breathe. Her voice is luminous and made of pearls. She sings love songs for hospitals. Off White is so unbearably moving, so jaw-dropping intimate, that you'll never be the same again after hearing it. Off White is a treasure, an album of shadows and silhouettes. Songs you'd want played at your funeral, elegiac and uplifting, valedictory and ashen. It ends with a solitary piano figure, nothing left to say. Words always fail us, and sometimes silence is the best way to convey what is dead in our hearts.
