Labels: Kranky
Review by: Alex Deller
Another quietly lovely album from Pan American means another masterclass in vaporous drones, subtle swells and barely-there guitar lines. Percussion chitters lightly, like pixelated rain falling on a wireframe city. You feel moved, but you don’t quite know how or why. In your mind blossom images of phosphorescent organisms spewing forth their milt into the vast emptiness of the deep dark sea: a phenomenon that’s beautiful and indescribably lonely, yet not entirely without hope.