As excited as I was to hear Annie Sachs' debut, the release left me with a feeling that something was missing. It had a number of great tracks but lacked some sort of glue that held it all together. Sachs has most definitely found the psychedelic adhesive to hold together Hors D'oeuvres and though it goes by quickly, the album is a sweet ethereal blast of atmospheric gauze and pop charm. Her high vocals flutter easily above the hiss and duct taped beats that push through layers of fogged memory and half woken dreams of summers past. She seems to have inhabited a world that is chillily humid, somehow feeling thick like the last moments before drunken sleep and distant like the lingering remnants of the next morning's memories of the night before. Its a cracked picture of childhood with only the faintest memory of the back row of adults. Sachs' songs seem more than content to stretch out languidly on the floor waiting for someone to carry them back to the car.
[MP3] Tickley Feather - Sure Relaxing
[MP3] Tickley Feather - Trashy Boys
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