Ukelele straight out of McCartney’s “Ram On”? Sure, sounds good. What’s that you say — more acoustic instruments? Well, I guess that’s alright, but where is this go-… oh, my filthy-loving god, there it is: It’s like Fahey is missing two fingers for awhile, then twinkle-twinkle fuzz-dust and vavooom, you’re watching the snow fall and cursing the curfews of the calendar and getting all introspective. Very clean, a new sensation that can fit in your pocket (as long as you don’t mind a little glitter). Side B is a more traditional, more satisfying (in this case) composition. The sample-sense of The Books is there, albeit in a much more majestic fashion. There’s something grand about these glistening echoes and sweeping, grandiose swoops from style to style. When it all comes together, you wonder why it can’t always be this way. But that’s half the fun. Order out, import fans: The Czech Republic has a record for you.
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