I'm homesick, I'm marooned on the other side of the world, longing for the leafy lanes of England, ancient dolmens, folklore, and quirky people who believe in fairies and sit on hillsides through the depths of the night hoping to see crop circles form, and this album evokes all of that.
At times Circulus bring to mind Genesis circa "Selling England By The Pound" with their whimsical prog-rock meanderings, at others I think of the Incredible String Band's flights of ethereal fancy, "In Memory Of A Free Festival" by David Bowie, or the pastoral moments by Pink Floyd like "Grantchester Meadows". I suspect somebody in Circulus might also be into Gryphon. At any rate, "Clocks Are Like People" is a magic carpet ride into the heart of an alternate and beguiling England, unseen by the hustle and bustle of the mainstream, where there is still time to sit and listen to the quiet and watch the sun shuffle the shadows from one side of the tree to the other, and evenings are spent watching Monty Python And The Holy Grail in black and white. As "Wherever She Goes" drifts by I conjecture that Kate Bush has at times wandered along these pathways too: "Oh, England, my lionheart..."
My favourite songs here are the delicate, spellbinding "To The Fields" and the wonderful "This Is The Way", two of the lovliest songs I've had the pleasure of falling into the arms of in years. In between these two Circulus launch into a delightfully hokey and deliciously cheesy prance through the traditional "Bouree". If Britain were warmed by the heat given off by irate medievalist purists, then this song would be on the soundtrack they'd be listening to for the greater comfort of the nation on chilly winter nights - but I love it!
I've owned this album for some time now, and I still haven't bought "The Lick On The Tip Of The Envelope..." I must be out of my mind, because "Clocks Are Like People" is a thoroughly delectable confection.