The Scars on her cheek bring dreams to my eyes, starts off the album, with lapping belling like tones, which ripple off strange child like melodies. On can imaging watching, a child in a playroom from the 1940’s, just staring into the room, surround by his toys of wood and metal, holding a mechanical bird tightly in one hand, he just seems to sit, there almost unmoving, seconds full into minutes. Three guineas is a dot to dot piano patter pat, which whisper of autumn days sat inside the half-light of your bedroom, as a child watching the rain full, in grey torrents. Crayo with it's swelling, droning tones seems to invite you down endless corridors, that are pied high with dead leafs, sunlight twinkles in the cracks in the wooden board ceiling, the air seems to  taste of gone off toffee apples and roasted chestnuts. You’re just drifting along your feet skimming over the leaf piles.

The Accident seems a very personal and strangle touching collection of sound works, which you have to let breathing into your listing space, and I guarantee you’ll conjure up your own imagery, to go along with it. As fragile, beautiful and sad, as a dieing flower or a birds feather, hovering just above ones hand. You can buy direct here and of course find out More about Aaron and  Volcano The Bear.