A favorite of the Toronto independent music scene in the early '90s, this moody and murky album is enjoyably eerie and haunting at times while a bit too mainstream-oriented in others. Lisa Boudreau's beautiful yet timid voice soars over most of the mysterious, simplistic arrangements of Delight and Forcefield with its marching band hues. It's the quietness of this album which should lure listeners in, much like
Emmylou Harris and her
Wrecking Ball offering. Guitarist and partner Terry Tompkins does a solid job of adding just the right chords, enabling the songs to breathe. Throwaways such as Bottomed Out and Blending In pale in comparison to the album's more gentile nature. ~ Jason MacNeil