On first listen to this Southern curated release, I was reminded of two particular phrases used on occasion by my mother. The first,' Is it supposed to sound like that?', would be used in relation to music I’ve played in her vicinity, when there is something that she doesn’t compute as recognizably musical. The second, the rhetorical,' Isn’t it lovely when it stops?'. This second phrase might be used either in reference to the aforementioned noise which she has been stoically enduring or in the context of an unerring burglar alarm across the street which has been depleting her mental faculties for a seeming aeon.