Davis cuts and pastes Macintosh-produced sounds plus environmental recordings, manipulation and reorganization being the core of this work. A sort of primordial magma thickens, developing into a swelling flux of simplicity pointed by electronic rhythms and guitar lines sounding like children’s lullabies; all this gets promptly massacred after a little while, when our hearts had started to be joyous. This stuff simmers and changes continuously, never remaining standing still, always showing its silverware. Then, a song in the middle of nowhere brings the listening to the end. Never threatening, always extremely accessible and pleasant, this is undisguised brilliant music to be enjoyed without any kind of prejudice and handed down to your best friends. Greg Davis could get to overturn several rules in this land of releases that come out like carrots.