Ridiculously remarkable and remarkably ridiculous. It's like being plugged directly into an interior monologue - music at the speed of thought: songs aren't written as much as spontaneously grown before me - mercilessly tickling my very ear-brains in ecstatic audiophonic parthenogenic gestation. Give Edward 45 minutes and he'll take you to 100 different places you've never been before simultaneously. It's a literal Random Time Machine. Just buy the damn ticket already. 400 Lonely Things
This is unexpectedly becoming one of my favorite Dots releases, period, along with Malachai and several other late ‘80s-‘90s highlights (my favorite LPD era). So happy to see some last copies of the gorgeous-looking LP on Bandcamp after making the mistake of not buying at the SF show. Walter Campbell