As this recording begins, the torqued icicle of a saxophone signals the reality blues. Fearlessly gentle, the album proceeds through various weird realities. At times recalling David Oliphant's music, at others Peter Gabriel's soundtrack work, it feels like a letter that slowly phases into bad news. The production barely conceals terrifying chasms under a veneer of "vacation" keyboard beats. Sometimes, disaffected vocals appear. Sometimes knights on flying horses appear to rescue children from trees. This tape is very interesting.
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