‘being frozen’... evokes visions of lilting star crossed lullaby serenades, the next passages of detatched and weightless eerie out thereness before returning you home to the boredom of reality upon a serenely dream draped frost tipped space sleigh orbiting aglow with the navigational twinkling of spectral ghostlights all replete and guided by a host of sonic reference markers of which Louis and Bebe Baron, Tristram Cary and Mort Garson’s ‘plantasia’ all instantly call to mind.
