Sublime. A lullaby sung in the key of space.
Liz Harris' music is nothing short of heavenly. Entering this album is almost ritualistic, like being administered a divine vision. In one of the most graceful ways imaginable, it lulls you into a state of semi-consciousness. Harris' immaculate sounds teeter on the margins of foreign and familiar, but never does this indeterminism beget tension or instability. Everything about it is alien but simultaneously controlled and comforting.
Favorite track: Vapor Trails.