Her Space Holiday
This is like the rain. Especially now, in the summer time. That kind of rain. Acoustic electric ache with the sweetest voice. Only 5 songs, and you know there should be more. You can’t be satisfied until you play it at least twice, and then you almost find yourself singing along, mournful, but you’d rather just stare out the window and listen. There’s a bit of a psychedelic feel to it, in a drifting, mellow, drugged out Spacemen 3 kind of way, but a little bit more understandable, which makes the sadness even sadder.
Dogprint, PO Box 2120, Teaneck, NJ 07666; http://www.dogprint.com.