A dozen years back Gersey's mix of pensiveness with occasional outbreaks of cascading guitar — often a little too energetic to just be called 'shoegaze' — made them contenders.
As is often the case, the band drifted apart. Later projects by various aggregations never quite found the same magic, the 'ex-Gersey' brackets penning them in. After various false starts and delays, this album finally reaches the wider world. Craig Jackson's puzzled wistfulness is mostly intact, the guitars wandering around his thought processes, and a little extra technology in the strings and drum programming — such as in the loping When You Hollow Out and the spacious but insistent Summer Days — brings them up to date.
