It’s like an adult Sunny Day Real Estate, complete with strings and soaring-ness (if that was in any way a real word). The album somehow reminds me of cotillion all those years ago—maybe it’s the waltz melodies and kind of blustery chiming. Granted there’s always something vaguely Renaissance fair about all of Enigk’s music. I actually didn’t acquire this album until 2009 after coveting and building it up in my mind for so long—only to be slightly let down by its echoey blandness.
