Excerpt: "Like some previously lost pastoral beauty from a quieter more mellowed and tranquil moment from an early 70’s woodland rustic folk scene captured and frozen in time resurfacing and awakening from deep sleep, ‘Pouring Milk Out The Window’ yearns and yawns softly rising from its daydreaming slumber, longingly subdued and sumptuously braided by the nature bound cascade of a delicately side winding clarinet solo that’s underpinned by the affectionate lull of sighing like tumbling post rock cascades, this shyly retiring gem is predisposed to a seductive spectral / ethereal head bowed beauty much reminiscent of the Grails in more tender moments."

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