Under the moniker Locust Toybox, David Firth shows us as the listeners a poignant vision of creativity that one shouldn't only hope of ever meeting. Stringland's 12 tracks are like a condemned man and his ray of sunshine in the form of a Samaritan - trapped behind the bars of an oddly comfortable padded cell. The sounds utilized invoke mish-mash feelings of loneliness and a hidden amount of optimism, or at least this is what I got out of hearing this album. The ambient pieces' arrangements are as powerful as they are deep, and the record's cover does a great job at portraying the moods which are in effect.
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