The opening and title track to "One Hundred Years Old" by Low Branches starts things off on a pretty heavy note. Sparse and low percussion are suddenly accented by a very intimate and soft female vocal, singing: "My daddy told me, we only live to be one hundred years old... at the most".
A melancholy and thought provoking tone is instantly established, and continues with the opening of the second verse (now complemented with more instrumentation) which unravels the revelations of her mother: "And my momma told me, love happens naturally, she said there's no use in trying... you know you'd just be lying... to yourself". These sentiments in the context of their surrounding sound seem equal parts comfort and damnation, quite an emotional feat for an opening track.
As the record unfolds a type of sad yet enjoyably relaxing sound is sustained. The overall feel kind of reminds me of the works of Norah Jones, not really in instrumental production, but in spirit. Overall it's very good rainy day music to enjoy with tea.
"One Hundred Years Old" by Low Branches is available at their Bandcamp page.