"Sirens" is so delightfully and frightfully infectious, it makes me deliciously delirious. "Sirens" has a deep brilliance that is oddly moving and eerily soothing. I've let "Sirens" wash over me while writing, and reading. I've let its river run through me under pop music playing at the same time. I've been drifting away to it in the long crazy hazy heat of a summer's daze and nights. [I've had this note here to do a review for so long, like a bomb ticking that never goes off, till now... I started up this crazy blog last May in tribute to the wild women that drive me mad. It's entitled, "Legends of Sirens." A couple of posts nailed to that blog are named, "A Whale of a Tale on The Wail of The Siren." I added a "Sirens" player to Whale Parts 2 & 3, and to my MySpace profile. I've even posted in comments to my MySpace imaginary friends. I have been colored so damn impressed. Cheers! http://legendsofsirens.blogspot.com/2008/06/whale-of-tale-on-wail-of-siren-pt-2.html "& the vision that was planted in my brain still remains w/in the sound of [Sirens]" thewaymouth 2008-10-24 20:47:01 2008-10-24 20:47:01 5 1 5.00