There I See Everything

A wild and dramatic album that feels like John Waters scoring a scene in a church. Maria Rossi sings her phrases into the echo, Ben Vince plays his saxophone a block away and we seem to be holding a tiny jazz mass for a departed friend. But the edges are blurred and the piano is in a slightly different key and tiny drones pull in and out of view. It’s like Waters handed the film over to Michael Mann, who turned it into The Scene After a Major Fight, our minor deities trying to patch things up while the jukebox plays Pharoah Sanders obscurities.