inside a comftarble spell is a quiet ep, very intimite and personal long walk in a *bummed out city ,at the point u see u aren't mad for keeping a calm distance in the impotent shell of one *bummed out smoked up jazzclub , even all u've been seems distant and fantastic flashed down to a criticizm of longing filtersweeps sometimes in piano - grave - histeria im looking for Mini, a giant pufku - cake - mouse, sometimes in subtle dubcrash saturation. after all i wouled go dreeming in public, in a railway station, at a bummed down coffyshops, on this homegray plaza . but it just seems dreamed off, here's one i shere.