Bleep

On board an old 1950s riverboat, Wilson Tanner started to fish out the tasty morsels of II, and folks, it’s a real catch. Presumably composed with on equipment intermittently waterproofed with tarp, Tanner’s second full-length bobs, sputters and writhes with synthesised mischief, bridging pastoral ambience (‘Loch and Key’) and sort-of dance matter (‘Idle’), riverside lullabies (‘All Hands Bury The Dead’) and sounds of sub nautical life (‘Safe. Bird.’)