Following the train analogy used to describe the opening act these guys add another carriage of jazz to their locomotive and employ the mind-blowingly exception skills of a drummer who I imagine eats other drummers to gain skill (he later confirmed it’s more of a Highlander situation)… holy shit, more signature changes than a high-end fraudster, intricate, fragile, at times jarring but not musically, just the way that it tries to wedge multiple memories together as the music grows… The whole set was autumn and something about the sound was nostalgic but I don’t know why, it was like it was trying to take me back to somewhere I’d never been, but I loved it all the same.
- DukeOfEarl
