
As with many artists operating within oneiric states of lo-fi, the go-to parallels for the escapist imagery conjured by the music of Dean Cercone would be Deerhunter, Animal Collective, and any and every project affiliated with the aforesaid. That his every sonic manoeuvre is documented at his parents' house in Renfrew, Pennsylvania however perhaps aligns him stylistically more with Bradford Cox' Bedroom Databank volumes than it may with the widescreen visions of Baltimore's most vivid dreamers although when the final product is quite this stirring any disharmony in such balancing of influence pales swiftly into insignificance. A quite [...]