Ken Griffin; where do I start? Our Ken plays leisurely paced organ all the way through this mildly hypnotic album. The choice of music suggests a trip down some imagined river in the deep south of the US of A. The river certainly isn't a fast flowing one though, more a meandering, babbling brook. At times the music makes you feel like you're being smashed over the head (by a fluffy bunny) with a giant marshmallow. I'm not sure if I dislike this album or actually really love it. Only time will tell.
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