Over the past eight years Lin Di, the lead singer/composer of Cold Fairyland, has released a string of solo albums in the midst of her work on the band’s own creations. Her latest album under the name Miyadudu, titled Meet In Secret Garden, is a stroll along the sunlit path strewn with kittens, fallen stars, and specters of lost love, an aural representation of these past eight years of LinDi’s life. For those of you who have experienced the original and complex sound of Cold Fairyland, this album is a delicious step toward simple melodies and revelatory insights into love, loss, and taffy-like introspection, one that manages to avoid the trite pitfalls of most exploratory albums.
Meet In Secret Garden opens with the title track setting the mood for the rest of the album. Lin Di whispers, a keyboard riff lulls and beckons, you can feel the tips of some ghost’s fingers along your spine, a provocative beat makes a false promise. As soon as you enter you find yourself suddenly lost in the garden. Her voice disappears and strange electronic birds fill the sky. It’s an acid trip. The next track “Happiness” leads you in further. Synthesized flowers bloom in oranges and yellows and the odd purple. You catch a blur of movement, but there’s no one there.
“3AM” takes us back to lyrics. Of the ten tracks on the album only three are instrumental, which is a change for the accomplished composer. It is a story album; it takes us along with LinDi through her travels in life and China. “3AM” and “Lumi Pumpuli” both deal with LinDi’s dead kittens and serve as an insightful juxtaposition with the movements “Perfect Ghost I” and “Perfect Ghost II”, which discuss the loss of a lover and, in a larger sense, the difficulty of finding love and keeping it. In the end, the tone is a realistic mixture of optimism and pessimism.
This world is just as big as two hearts
One stops beating, and the other would die
This is the most beautiful result I believe
Staring into each other’s dying eyes
The last track of the album, “Fern”, takes us back into the garden. Everything has changed. The acid is wearing off and reality comes down with electronic violins and a heavy backdrop of bass and the bright blips of stars popping into the sky. The song slowly fades away.
You return home. You crawl into bed. You try to sleep it off.