ben reynolds stretches the limits of an acoustic guitar to its breaking point. obviously influenced by the takoma stable, there also are hints of birchville cat motelesque drones. lackadaisical drum loops survey the barren landscape as new growth springs to life. reynolds dwells in lands once ravaged by ice caps, but explores the heavens and terrestial depths at night. follow his shimmering torch through the valleys to safety - there is always someone out there to comfort you. 92 copies