It captures into the meandering melancholy and sense of longing that characterizes Haruki Murakami’s writing.

What good does it do to ingest the works of someone who has outright denied God’s existence?

I find something especially beguiling about Newman’s harsh, brittle soundscapes.

So when I say I had no idea what to expect when I slipped Circles into the player, I really mean that.

Conjures up every cliché of goth/darkwave music… and then easily transcends them.