high

Christmas day in October: I saw a brown paper package in the mail today, and knew: The Blue Nile's latest, High, has arrived. I've already given it a listening, and it doesn't disappoint. The same sound surrounds us from the first note: a wash of synth, irritatingly dated drum sounds, a lone trumpet, the sad voice. And, once again, proof that no one can get more meaning out of the word "yeah" than PB.

I'm on holiday.