antony milton's drones are the stuff of legend. masked in clouds of vapor, they wrap around your head unsuspectingly. violin, guitar, and a mountain of effects piece together these dense masses of fog. but where a.m. separates himself is in their warmth. an underlying glow masks the fractures on the surface. throughout "tasman," this juggling act between that which is comfortable and that which is not takes place. milton is masterful in his ability to keep them living together in perfect harmony. 112 copies