This Earth crisis, you could say, is capitalism’s final product. Built on a promise, that wealth would trickle down. At the geographical north pole, the sun rises and sets once a year. A timelessness exists and in this ineffable quiet you can hear a quickening trickle of a glacier melting pass by your feet.

The songs of Twin Lakes are an absorbing volume of emotional depth. Each melody is a pool in which to drift and drown.