Sat, 03/11/2017 - 19:04 -- bryan

if music made its way into museums more, you might could call this a major work.  although as i say that i may make this record sound stuffy, and that is not it.  it reminds me of certain experiences i've had on hallucinogens. song titles such as 'lucy in the sky, lost diamonds' and 'fog, dogma and bread' might lend some truth to that assertion.  yet, again, i don't want to give off the wrong idea: music commonly associated with altered states can often connote a certain blurriness, and this music, on the contrary, sings of fastidious meticulousness. nervously flickering your fingernails together. staring at the whorls of your fingerprints for the first time in who knows how long. a soundtrack to stillness. as far as you can say for sure, the only things moving in the room are your lungs and maybe a fluttering flame of a candle. the title of this fine record tells you a lot.  put headphones on and lie down at night with it.  it's contemplative.    

_alibi

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