Like any good koan, Pacem 2 hovers just beyond the understanding of my brain, in the understanding of my esophagus. The fact that it is made almost entirely of raw sunlight and polished wood is an added amazement.
If you are lying on the kitchen floor staring up at the ceiling trying and failing to see the constellations of possibilities therein, this is the album for you. It goes above, beyond, beneath.
