“a record that respects and honors our melancholy without ever falling for the fallacy that it's a permanent state of affairs… rootless music for the hours alone” – Stylus
Shades of ambience flow into moments of shoegaze rock, turning through melancholic piano arcs and following the well-trodden path of obscure narrative. No manifesto, no thesis, no all-encompassing mantra. Just experimentation with guitars, keyboards and samplers, and a feeling that music should, in some instances, be allowed to evolve as an entity of itself.
