but theres a wildness in our hearts that weve forgotten in our march hands like houses

The riff that at once is at the top of the mix, and then drives from inside, creates a place for the music to fold around and tangle, in an orderly kind of tangling. Smith, the mind behind this project and this new song, gives legs and awareness to the song itself, as if we are listening to a musical entity, sentient and making decisions on how to move next, where to look, where to rest. Gently waving you back out.Īnd it picks right back up, for another sailing triumph before it sleeps.

Halfway through, the song seems to be ending, and you land back on the Earth and put your keys and items back on the table in the front of the house, but something keeps idling outside. It propels itself into the middle of a sky where the atmosphere isn’t too chilly, just yet. At the core is a seed unfolding and shedding and morphing, and crescendos into a great pillar of soft marble. “Dot,” a wonderful return, that we’ve been waiting for, reveals a piece of music that grows in increments.

OUR RVW: “Smoothing rough edges of a ridge of sand down with a giant see-through spatula.”Ī Beacon School teaches with precision how a song should be developed.

But theres a wildness in our hearts that weve forgotten in our march hands like houses