This came out in 1999 – or at least that’s when I got it. Here’s what I said about it back then (with some minor editing):
There’s no business like slow business these days — everywhere you look, bands are making a big noise by tuning up, turning down and nodding out.
Along with Low, Labradford, Spain and Bedhead, the best of the bunch might be London’s Tram, whose moody music bears as much resemblance to its name as Mannheim Steamroller’s does. Paul Anderson knows how to create maximum effect with a minimum of sound — his tranquil folk/rock dreamscapes float gently past like leaves on the fall breeze, his voice seldom rising above a shy croon as he gently stums his guitar and plucks your heartstrings with tales of quietly broken hearts and bruised emotions. Some folks call it bedroom-rock, some call it sadcore, others slo-fi. In Tram’s case, you can just call it extraordinary.
