Read my entire review of awesome on The Silent BalletGood music is capable of frolicking in the unconscious mind. The Rihannas and the Timbalands can cook up a catchy batch of popcorn, but once the body excretes the sugars and salts, the satisfaction is lost. Pine speaks like a great story, in that, as the critic Walter Benjamin descibed, "It does not expend itself. It preserves and concentrates its strength and is capable of releasing it even after a long time." This album is surprisingly grand for being so short, and once the closer "Flume" has ever so slowly faded away, it resonates in the negative space of perception. Pine has great power within it. Benjamin might compare it, like a story, to seeds of grain that "have lain for centuries in the chambers of the pyramids shut up air-tight and have retained their germinative power to this day." Pick up this album if you seek the chalice of perpetual self-rejuvenation.
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