There’s a saying people say about how writing about music is like shitting about taxidermy, which is true, but it’s no problem with this record because: it ain’t music. You’d think it would be from the pictures, where somebody who is probably the “band” has guitars and stuff, but they just use ‘em for making swirly, echoey sounds that add up to some nice, relaxing noise (cup of Sleepytime optional [but pleasant!]).
–doug (FDH)