A look under the microscope reveals an oddly beautiful array of 8mm found footage of swimmy little shadows and dissipating neon-dyed chromosomal helixes. Grubby Little Hands is a Philadelphia-based band that sounds like at times like a more ramshackle Elephant Six band, with a folky bent that’s not so much freaked as is pleasantly somnambulant or whimsically lazy. “Twelve Tones, Two Windows” finds them at their drowsiest, barely able to whisper the lulling tones above the sweet chiming backdrop. But that makes it wonderful music to pass out to, a last fizzle from the campfire embers as the night winds down.
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