
Thomas (Doveman) Bartlett's voice comes from a tired sounding place, a bedroom without a sandman, a bedroom as black as the widening black hole pupils of his eyes. This is the sound of a young man who knows what it means to be tired. Bartlett has insomnia, a fact I learned of quite a while ago, and this complaint seems to fit his music quite well. The only salvation, or liberation, from insomnia, is sleep itself and when you can't sleep I'd imagine you'd sit up and create music that seemingly trickles from that place between waking and sleeping, between [...]