
Once upon a time, when I was a younger girl, and had more expendable income to jizz on records, I fell in love with Kranky. The Chicago-based label lured me into its web of aural delight, took me behind the rainbow and over the edge of the horizon. It seemed the artists they released were painting with sound; great expansive landscapes of rich blues and greens, cool broad valleys and towering cliffs of frightening height; ornate courtyards of twisting vines cast sharp shadows in the sunlight that sliced through the green stems. It is this which I bring you today. [...]