UK first press 2023. Sleeve has some wear.
This is one of those records where nothing much seems to happen and yet you look up 40 minutes later like you’ve just been through a spiritual cleanse. Subtle, meandering, half-whispered songs that roll along like a river you forgot you were sitting beside. There’s sax, there’s drones, there’s moments where you’re not sure if the band have stopped or are just meditating in unison. It’s patient, beautiful, and somehow makes your room smell faintly of incense even if you don’t own any.
FFO: Talk Talk if they’d joined a yoga retreat, Vanishing Twin in slow motion, Richard Dawson on diazepam, and the sound of your neighbour’s wind chimes when you’re trying to have an existential crisis.
