The music is rich, anciently fresh, maybe altogether timeless, at least in its ability to capture a certain presence - an aesthetic dripped in honesty and the fruits of happy moments. What memories might be hashed in with a time of more relative freedom, surface in the emotional reaction, none-the-less.
Sunday Music For An Overpass is subtly beautiful, possessed of a quiet power. These lo-fi dream pop tracks have the potential to bypass one’s senses yet they don’t: instead they remove you from your anxieties and worries in a wave of hazy comfort. The album unfolds at a languorous pace, unrushed by external forces.
