in a web of glass, pinned to the edges of vision

It's interesting how much less smooth-and-seamless a Neo-Celtic-Wall-of-Noise (doodah, doodah) the new Enya album is.
I suspect someone learned, from working on the Lord of the Rings films, that she could actually carry a song singing once-through, without funky reverb and a half-dozen tracks of her own voice.

I think I actually rather like the change.