precious as a broken music box
Dub. Score. Jazz. Shoe-gazing, head-nodding. goodness. The album feels like a recurring dream, a meditation on melancholy that knows better than to feel sorry for itself, the fading memory of the most beautiful thing that you can think of. it is complete as a piece. On a less precious note, it also brings to mind Yann Tiersen, Sofa Surfers, Burnt Friedman, the Brothers Quay, and Franklin's Glass Armonica.
