the snap of twigs and huff and puff of young lungs stumbling down the winding island trail. a girl leans into the sea-spray, securing her clips against the breeze. whispering, the water falls, concealing the quartz cave, they trace along the familiar place. they wander for hours, tip-toeing around nests full of eggs, ceasely flicking the specks of pollen floating in the air. dashing through the moon gate, beyond the crystal clearing, to the turquoise fishing holes, to the foreboding fountains of old. oleander shrubs shimmy/shake it, dishing bouquet high-fives to the uptight stalagmites, left hanging. those stones aren’t down, too priggish, dismissive. the eucalyptus knows, and boos and hisses.
by the hole, this pool, a sudden fountain. slurp, the gang ages. sagging laughter and the comic abundance of crease. giggle at the new found flubber jiggle. “look you guys! look how our skin can wiggle!” rollicking and splashing in the basin. one boy tips his hat, dips his jaw, and spurts a squirt at chronology. his dentures slip, prehensile tongue flicking them against the clock’s face: sand in the hour glass laughs like a newborn granddad.
"they seem to steer electronic idiosyncrasies into the most playful territory possible, like diving into a plastic ball pit and uncovering a universe of lego underneath." - this is fake diy
"reminiscent of early mum... listeners will easily reach a place of peace when tuning in, the collaboration is serene." - impose magazine
"an introverted synthesis of reo’s demure production and klein’s delicate loops..." - decoder
"warm and tropical like the name suggests, as reo and klein layer gentle melodies under thumping drum beats and twitchy oval-style glitches." - stereogum
released March 4, 2014