There’s a breathtaking quality to these songs, a sort of wonder that only comes when a band is more concerned with aesthetics than academics.

The sort of disposable cheese that gives disposable, cheesy films a good name.

Maduro’s music has plenty of room for development, but this EP proves he’s got a solid foundation.

This is country-folk music fresh from the fields, still crusted in dirt and sweat from a day’s hard work.

I’ve listened to this CD many times, hoping to discover something that would make it all click, but to no avail.

Josh Ritter reminds me of that shard of a real person I might have been when I wasn’t trying to be cool.

So completely over the top that it’s nearly an assault, one that makes this nearly 3 hour long movie speed along at a breakneck pace.

The title track blends acoustic guitars, turntables, Middle Eastern flutes, and fragile female vocals in a dark, hypnotic manner.

Book of Canada is a fine album and it shows Fonograph at their best.