From the first moments, you drown in a wash of rich orchestration and entrancing melody lines that draw you into singer Martin Rossiter’s enchanting world.
So you wake up one beautiful sunny morning and say to yourself “Well, I didn’t really have any plans today, so why not eat those last two hits of acid.”
He used to be part of Think Tree, Bongo Fury, et al. They’re supposed to be “bridging the gap between electronica and rock” (so says the press kit). Uh… no.