Though this may be Enya's most ethereal album, her first in popular release, it is the one cited the least of her output. Which is curious, since it is the one that was engineered from the beginning as a soundtrack, something most of her later music turns into, anyway. "The Celts", the title track, in fact, may be the only well-known tune on the album!
However, if you ever wanted to score a science fiction or fantasy movie, this would the one album of hers to mine from. One cut, "Aldebaron", is even dedicated to Ridley Scott, who, at the time this album was written and recorded, was well known mostly for his visually impressive sci-fi and fantasy films.
The titular tune, "The Celts", is a rambling piece that puts you in mind of a pack of wild mustangs or Shetland ponies galloping across a mountainous plain, kicking up dust as their heads bob up and down in time to the music. This is one album where Enya hardly seems to sing one discernible, storytelling lyric. The songs all seem to be "breathed", rather than sung, when they ARE sung, but the effect is still enchanting. (Sheesh! I almost NEVER use that word!)
EVERY cut on this album is superb, but it still stands as the great overlooked album of the Enya catalog.