This CD has seen the inside of my player quite a bit since arriving - the music is alarm-ingly unique, emotional and quirky. Guitar, cello, keyboards and drums are used to create mini-epic compositions that employ melancholy melodies and unexpected developments. Bob Weston captures the band on tape in a pleasingly natural way. It sounds as though they had a good room, excellent mics, and just played. Very little in the way of "producing" is noticeable, instead it seems Weston allowed the band to rely on their musicianship leading to one of the better neoclassical-indie prog rock albums around.
(Squealer, POB 229, Blacksburg, VA 24063)
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