Review Summary: A monument to dreams
This album to me is quite simply the glorification of dreams, an audible, tangible reminder that there is a wonderful world without limitation just forty winks away that can defy description but for the lasting remnants of awe as you wake. 'When Mama Was Moth' is the perfect opener, snares crash like seething waves against the rocks where the siren lies, her hauntingly majestic song rising above the whirling froth and lulling you placidly into a sea shimmering with guitar lines. 'Sugar Hiccup' then joyously bobs you up and down in the water as if a baby in the arms of an elated mother, drenched in wistful nostalgia until the thunderous drums stir up a storm in 'Musette and Drums', the heartrending wail of 'Tragedienne' echoing as you drown in an ocean of distortion. You can hardly complain about intelligible lyrics either when the sheer delivery of them makes the bassy slither of 'Multifoiled' all the more sensual and the gleaming guitar chase of 'In the Gold Dust Rush' all the more exalting. A monument to dreams that is lasting the test of time.