Cloud Becomes Your Hand

"Evokes a slothy march up the mountainside of ferny Mt. McKinley with skies over your shoulder, water flasks bouncing, possible lashes of the whip forcing onwards the army of syntho-dwarfs. Pleasant busy neon notes in a vein of ore pouring out from Mount Ralph, we must not stop for gas. Unusual melodic lines and ultra-colorful fabric overlaps...All in all, a full carafe of well drafted hedgehog lemonade notions."