Sedate and lovely, wistfully melancholic followup to the earlier tape. The opening track's sincere Madonna sample, bent and cut and looped and integrated into the ether, is unexpectedly just right to split open this audio dimension....

Remarkable. Muted is the postrock bombast which, given our lot here now, might be mistaken for triumphalism (tho it never actually was for GY!BE). Here, it is more the process than the end in itself (which it never really was). Brought to surges that resolve joyfully, even with hope (HOPE!) and service bells. Then all draws to a close in yin serenity, the final track's soft hauntology warble drone calling us to imagine the end of our State daze while looking up from the bottom of the pool.

Best COVID-era album, alongside Heather Leigh's "Glory Days"... Though Leigh's doesn't make me jump as I walk on the street listening to it b/c of a looped track of someone with a hacking cough.... So, "best" in a disturbing way.