Built To Spill
Perfect From Now On

THE REVIEW

Visions.
Ideas that follow one another, clear but not linear. Sounds, noises, and more sounds.

Close your eyes. Take a leap into space, accompanied by a faint voice telling you about a huge metal sphere, a sound you have already heard, an unattainable perfection; it happens every thousand years and will happen for eternity. The noise remains, you come back down to earth, but that noise stays in your head; why is that? Why is it only you who notices it? It's the buzz of an insect... you'd love to get rid of it, but you can't.

And it persists. It persists when you start to think, when you feel a strange sensation on you, but it's a silly noise, now you no longer pay attention to it; a little voice talks to you about dreams, ones you have and ones you've never realized, but there's a glimmer of hope, still! Then the tension dissolves, you end up somewhere completely different, listening to stories where there is truly no hope; can you feel the darkness coursing through you? What will you do? Why don't you move?

Get away from here. Far away, there's the sun. Take a moment, breathe, don't think, because over there, there's the sun. You can reach it, maybe by dancing. Maybe a velvet waltz...
But you don't get there, you're outside. But why not stop this spectacle? Because you like it. And try again. There it is, the sun, now kick everything away and stay there. It almost seems like it no longer shines, but it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter, because deep down we are special, all the same... Open your eyes.
A feeling of fulfillment invades you. You are aware, perfectly aware of the little journey you have taken. Will it be perfect from now on? It doesn't matter. Because, in its own way, listening like this already felt perfect to you.

P.S.: It's true, I've described sensations, impressions, I've let myself go, but only to convey something. For such an evocative CD, it seemed right. Absolutely right. Be well.