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The Sleeping Lines (Wordclock)
By Jamie Kiffel

This is the sort of music the white page of a computer document would make if it could: Spacey blips and tones, something like Moby meets Enya, with Suzanne Vega-like floating soprano vocals, sometimes digitized in ways that make one blink in aural confusion (imagine the vocal flipping from one speaker to another, over and over, like when someone pats you on the back while you’re trying to talk). This will be fabulously hip Euro lounge music on the Lower East Side, flowing between $12 martinis and blue lights. You’ll want to own it for all those tragically chic post-Sex and the City-era loft parties you’re surely planning to throw.
(www.wordclock.com)