This recent addition to Arklight’s sprawling back catalogue is like an unearthed diary of scribbled thoughts served up on a broken cameo of junky loops and Harry Smith porch-lit reflection. Reminds me of early Crescent but through sick batteries, the kinda thing that creeps all over you like the sodium sparks of passing traffic… a full review is formulating and will be hitting the blog soon, along with a few choice mp3's... that’s if I survive the weekend...
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