My body nearly went numb
when a local college radio station first made me acutely aware of this gem, and
quickly called them to find out who had just elegantly wasted me so
wonderfully. Promise delivers in a spacey understated manner, its calm and
reserved, all played out in the lower ranges, filled with a foreboding sense of
sedation, darkness and longing; yet without the heartfelt pain that one would
expect to have been implied. The production is masterful and comprehensive,
slowly ebbing its way from your speakers, while warmly and gently wrapping
around you like a warm atmospheric blanket, almost as if you’re having one of
those dreams from which you cannot wake yourself. Filled with longing lyrics,
though without a sense of desperation, the band seems more than happy to sit
quietly in the darkness pouring out these flawless flowering tunes that swirl
up and outward, like the blue smoke of a half forgotten cigarette, that begins
to make up and redefine the air around you, giving that air nearly physical
weight. The pace never quickens on Promise, it simply moves on at a heartbeat
level, filling your pockets and shoes with sand, weighing you down with sleepy
comfort, and inspiring you to just sit calmly and experience what’s being
played out in your head and on the stereo… all in a nearly hallucinatory
fashion.
*** You'll notice on the
jacket that the letter S in the word Someone has been confined within a circle,
this S stands for Susan, a name and person which was manifested on a previous
outing.
By Streetmouse