Stream-of-consciousness lyrical cooing and restrained analog trickery rest atop constant cog rotation grooves on Copper. These elements yield a truly conductive album, abundant in compositions that beg for a listener's oxidizing ear. Commencing with 'A Showdown Of Sorts', the record assumes a vague narrative aided by the allure of Tuxedomoon / Ralph Records-y exoticism, albeit less claustrophobic. 'Showing Them' staggers into even Wierd-er territory, with eye flashes and spots of Legendary Pink Dots. 'So Slow' and 'The Rouge Became' are sister tracks fallen not far from the same Silver Apple(s) tree. 'Wits' and 'Fumes In Suits' counter clockwork like a high-pressure Units track and place Copper in the lexicon of San Fran synthesized and syncopated anti-stardom. Each vinyl copy of Copper comes with a copper ring. The ring is intended to be worn to BRONZE performances or even during daily rituals. While wearing the ring, you, the ring bearer, are encouraged to speak informally - if not offensively - with fellow ring mates. When overheard or confronted, blame it on the ring - i.e. 'It was the copper talking.' The ring will initially turn your finger green. The ring will also heal your wounds, correct your balance and is a fashionable accessory to boot.