bedlam isrc – asylum limbo, psychotic sock draw and raving halfway-house ... some truths – man as samovar, staunch somnambulist, man as memory…aural yves klein seas sluiced from a flotilla of ohm-loan bugbrand & electro-harmonix vessels ... a sound accrued by loitering long at skipjack tables & tape duplicating plants ... the joyous melancholy seeping from this lps patched folk o ertones has been a reassuring cloak for me since its porous ones & twos dripped into the mm inbox. an album you can wear whose universal backstory is told deftly via these gilt-edged electronic daubs without sugar-coating – there is none of this soundtrack to a film yet to be made clotting up the ear canals…a basking shark of an album that gently filters the ill from the krill. some truths are bigger than others.