Boomkat Product Review:
**Rustling, haptic "blues" abstractions. RIYL Bellows, KYE records, Jason Lescalleet, Ekoplekz. Edition of 300 in spot gloss jacket** "Kyle Clyd is of an orphaned ascendancy, more Geeshie Wiley or Anne Gillis than any of her visible peers. In talking about Pale Dawn Creeps, her debut full length, she refers a kind of blues, itself perhaps a mercurial essence resigned to antiquity: "To believe that the bits of paper in your pocket have real value or to take the word for the thing itself is the "unpardonable sin" of the New Testament. Those guilty are condemned to blackness. Black manifests in the instant the accusatory finger is lifted, or guilty hand raised, but blue is not so easily won. Blue is not a second coming, but it's denial-our shortcomings hovering in the dead air of judgment's lag." While certainly not blues in the traditional (read: idiomatic) sense, Pale Dawn Creeps' depth-of-shallows abstraction belies an unmistakable lyricism + almost sing-song vacancy that is something of a cipher, asking where, when it has all been said, do songs really come from?"