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There’s some considerable promise contained within these five songs.

This is a band that simply does not write bad songs. Ever.

This new album contains all of the same elements that made the debut so great, but that palpable energy seems lacking.

From the start, John Orth’s songwriting is notable for its strangely cryptic and elliptical verse.

If there was ever an example of “too much of a good thing,” it would This Sad Movie.

Calla transcend their obvious sources while still giving them a nod.

Book of Canada is a fine album and it shows Fonograph at their best.

The title track blends acoustic guitars, turntables, Middle Eastern flutes, and fragile female vocals in a dark, hypnotic manner.

Josh Ritter reminds me of that shard of a real person I might have been when I wasn’t trying to be cool.

I’ve listened to this CD many times, hoping to discover something that would make it all click, but to no avail.

This is country-folk music fresh from the fields, still crusted in dirt and sweat from a day’s hard work.

Maduro’s music has plenty of room for development, but this EP proves he’s got a solid foundation.

There’s a breathtaking quality to these songs, a sort of wonder that only comes when a band is more concerned with aesthetics than academics.

It’s good stuff, but it ain’t worth $80.

Each unnamed track is slow and purposeful, solid and often quite beautiful.

They’ve really created a beautiful piece here that manages to be sparse and minimal while remaining emotional and moving.

It’s a beautiful work, glittering with ice and chilly atmospheres.

Low plays each song in a very deliberate manner, as if each song survives from one chord or brushstroke to the next.

I would even hazard to say that Low’s music isn’t really experienced until you see them live.

Some tracks may leave the new listener bewildered, but I challenge anyone to not find the beauty ultimately contained in these recordings.