A particularly lovely moody/grimy album from this band, which has some ties to Movietone and Flying Saucer Attack, and in earlier releases (only a couple, of the EP variety) tended towards blurty blurry experimental spaz-rock. The stuff presented here is much softer and more melancholy: it sounds like people you know, in a living room, quiet and intense, after a long-expected but heartbreaking breakup, and right before a long dusty afternoon nap. I've never heard an album quite like it.
One thing's for sure: the recording style is unusual. It's home-recorded, and they supposedly collect antique reel-to-reel recorders. There's a fuzzy shimmer to everything here that makes that seem like an excellent idea, even though nothing is even remotely hi-fi: drums whump and tap, guitars plink and buzz, vocals mumble and murmur. Yet it's not lo-fi, nor does anything sound retro or antiqueified. It's just covered in a glossy coat of autumnal haze.
