Mute
	(Setanta/LP/CD)
	n/a

For each person that exists there is a different and unique idea of perfection. 'Mute' is an item of that nature; intrinsically beautiful, inherently intuitive. Sure, there is no such thing as a perfect album but this is as close to that ideal as I have heard in aeons. Take 'Shifting' as an example. An avataristic dream, glorious in its escapist fantasy...pure and naive. A ghost of a song. Or 'Jesus Spaceman'. Those lyrics are just so OUT THERE. To die for. You feel as if you could take them and somehow use them to reach some personal, internal nirvana. For fifty minutes the Catchers will transport you away from your world of pain, guilt and anger to a place altogether more forgiving. If only it were that easy. Dale Grundle's lyrics are poetry incarnate. How strange that such elegiac perfection could originate from someone with such a clumsy sounding name. The music is almost trivialised by its use as a carrier for these hyper-articulate words. Which seems unfair as even it has a magic all of its own. I'd love to be able to balance all this by pointing out a couple of weaker songs but, alas, this is not possible.