Skeet was brought up in a musical household and proudly cites influences as diverse as classical composers (you can hear the widescreen breadth and scope of Mozart here, along with that composers sheer sense of mockery and fun, as well as, on occasion, the romantic drama of Beethoven), rock and roll (there’s a definite shade of My Bloody Valentine in some tracks) and also, movie soundtracks (there’s a definite western feel to the whole thing. Yes, it’s a glorious mess, yes there are rough edges and bits that are lumpy and stick out where they shouldn’t. But that’s all part of the fun of this set.
He’s kind enough to leave spaces for your own internal thoughts and dialogue, just like all the best playwrights do. There are precious few lyrics to hang onto also, so you get the chance, through the music, to build up a good visual picture of the kind of place, physically and mentally, that Skeet is in at this present moment. It’s not the kind of place you would want to stay, buts it’s definitely an interesting place to visit.
