Metal drops like rain. And finally Track 3, by Charles Uzell Edwards, hisself. The hippy hippy shake. Raindrops like metal. Rusty guitars and a hedging bass trickle.
Space gets big now.
And then there's a long, gracious, gradual descent into the land of pixillation and a final spooky chuckle. One of the finer moments on this release. All sounds sourced from guitar then pronged through some rackgear to add extra colour. One side glad, the other side glum. One side plucked, the other a hum.