Priapic, in peak tumescence, Wand re-break this surface, their atmospheric river flown in deep and wide. A tune standing alone against the world, “Help Desk” necessarily summons grandeur with a variety of keyboard tones, their lines extending to the far horizon. Oceanic solemnity or just plain chill? Slow-unfurling banners of orchestral colors imply the former, but we FEEL the latter – sweet like the first beam through our diurnal marine layer or a sudden puff of smoke at the Vatican City, indomitably calm among all... (read more)
Artists in this story: Wand