Although I love Hitchcock the eccentric, he's not as much in evidence on this album. Nevertheless this, I think, is one of his very best - it never fails to touch me. Its a dreamy but mature meditation on memories and loss, with the feel of a song cycle, perfect for a fall or winter day. Robyn introduces violin on some songs to great effect, and his guitar playing and voice have never been any better. His songwriting remains on par with his best stuff, too - check out: "This is How it Feels" "She was Sinister" "You and Oblivion." And "Heliotrope," sounding like a Childe folk tune, with this great line: "I lie beneath the grass/My eyes are unseeing/My name is gone from all their files...." Sad, beautiful and highly recommended.