Digging deep trench with well rusted spade, Saint leans hard and delivers explosive manifestation of supreme destructo-beauty. Followers of the imprint may recall the previous transmission from John Zuma Saint Pelvyn a while back. Minneapolis archtop guru triumphantly returns here with frothing six-string lobotomy shred and delicate bliss wobble. Long form diatribe via whammy chops vocabulary provides much needed escape from this perpetually oppressive sphere. Sun-stroked feedback and meticulous fingerpick shimmer meld together to rip beautifully tattered holes in the very fabric of time itself.
An excerpt from a review for his previous album on Lighten Up Sounds:
“There is something immensely rewarding about dancing in the fringes of the unknown -- seeking out meaning and being denied repeatedly. Enduring late nights, with wind blowing out your candles, red eyes, and bleary vision and then finally: in the midst of madness, reaching out blindly and feeling your fingers graze, and then fully grasp, reason and understanding.” - KZSU