Words by Sean Moeller, Illustration by Johnnie Cluney, Recording engineered by Ian Grimble and Richard Matthews of Communion Music at 2KHz, Crouch End, London
The heaviness of the air, in Cloud Boat songs, is nearly unbearable. While you're allowed to float through it somewhat, it's a deceptive passing. It's air that sticks like cobwebs to your mouth and it finds a way to vine its way in and down the throat to attach to the heart and the lungs, a form of translucent takeover. You get swarmed by the dark clouds and you just sit in them, as if they were your new sauna, a different shade of sun.