Faces for Radio: So Don't Touch Me If You Can't Even Talk About It.

From the offset, 'Layover' is set within a realm of uncanniness, at once on comforting and homely ground yet making all seem unfamiliar. There's blood on the tracks; a hungry beast is on the prowl, but comfort might be found in the shadows. Each song is imbued with a sense of an urgency.

"There's no use in turning away," The Silver Atlas says, "I've got you and I'm not letting you go."

And you don't want them to, compelled to follow and to hold onto the familiarity of human voices, lest be lost along the uncertain path that wends through miasmic synthesised vistas of sound, pocketed and distorted in turn by the impact of the beat and the jagged and twisted protrusions of electronic noise, tracing a journey through these uncertain landscapes to a destination that remains, even upon the feeling of arrival, unknown.

It is from 'Never Said' through 'Believe' that the listener feels as though a safehaven of sorts has been reached. The precedent darkness lingers like a phantasmagorical memory, but a feeling of ease is presented. However, the abruptness of the finale draws the conclusion that all is not as well as you'd like to have believed it to be.

With one last cold stabbing cut and a muted deathcry at its conclusion, 'Ghost in the House' leaves the listener suddenly alone... but not entirely. The world has changed. Something has been released. That uncanniness has spilled out of the recond and into the world around you. The record might have finished, but the Ghost remains.

This page contains the full album for download (along with a contest to win an iPod Nano) for a very limited time only, so get it while you can!
Otherwise, buy Layover from CD Baby.

The following song ties in neatly with the theme for our first show once we start back at the radio gig come October, being as it is the opening track of their debut outing. And, seeing as it's available as a free download from their site, I thought I'd provide a link to it here for anybody who wants to whet their appetite before devouring an entire album, for those who just want a nibble and not the main course, or for any latecomers who missed the buffet and still want a sample to taste. I'm going now before this extended metaphor gets any worse than it is already.