The off-kilter jazz with solid backbeat directly recalls Universal Congress Of’s melodic sensibilities. Better yet, Greg Ginn doesn’t make an appearance.
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.”