Album: Suburban Light (2000)
…an exquisite collection of songs: majestic, delicate, gorgeous and timeless...the echo-laden production is oft (and justly) mentioned in other reviews of the clientele...each track sounds as if it is beaming through your walls from a distant room, and because of that the songs remain elusive at the same time that they burrow deep into your brain, to nestle against a warm fissure of gray matter and resonate throughout your day...you'll stride down the street singing without being sure of the lyrics, you'll be transported to foggy memorial chambers in your mind, feeling each pang of aching nostalgia diffuse into the impossibly warm sounds radiating from your speakers...
Not enough could be said about this amazing
Bicycles have drifted through these leaves still wet
August now has faded in the silence of the rain
I remember one Sunday, riding in through the gate
Three balloons in a white sky, 1978
La la la.....
Playgrounds where we spent our days
Return within our dreams
What it is, it isn't up to me
I've been driving in my car
On Sunday in the rain
And my life is slipping so away