Saturday, February 10, 2007


I really enjoyed this. Sharonlee McLean above all. The scratching-at-the-hollow-of-my-skull soundscape and bleak Alaskan tundra of temp office life took me to that secret layer of forboding I felt working in an office--way back when--which I thought only I suffered. The mawing elevator particularly gripped me. One hour felt like a perfect length, though I could have used a button on the evening, if not exactly an "end." Very worth seeing.

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