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Third album in two-and-a-bit years from this trio of downbeat Brooklynites makes up in soft-spoken grandeur what it lacks in titular inventiveness.

The legend "Featuring the drummer form Codeine" may not guarantee must-buy status in your neck of the woods, but this fiercely unassuming record deserves the chance to weave its tender spell. Sombre without being depressing, stately without being ponderous, intricate without being fussy, it takes the advances in technique and dynamics evident on last year's C several steps further on.
A six and a half minute opening track suggests either justified confidence or egotistical insanity, and as the gentle swirl of Gathered stubbornly refuses to outstay its welcome, hats fly into the air and ticker-tape falls like snowflakes in the courtyard. Cello and viola and occasional bouzouki add texture without diminishing cohesion.
The stirring Jet and the buoyant Balloon take the songwriting honours, and Curtis Harvey's voice is strong and sweet enough to make instrumentals an appetising interlude rather than a blessed release.

Ben Thompson
Mojo, November, 1997




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