This quiet brooding recording with its gentle pulse of solo guitar is underscored with just a trace of foreboding, as if there were something lurking unseen just beyond its edges. With the spare instrumentation there is an absence that is more felt than heard. I write this not to scare you off, but rather to pique your interests. This is a beaut…
In the closing song of Finally Out of My Hands, there is an eight-bit electronic sound is used that is achingly familiar. The tiny melody is woven into the song so craftily that it takes me a little while to place it. It has been a long time, but it stirs old memories of afternoons spent on an Nintendo game where you jump on turtles and pop gold…
