Somewhere in space, alien planets are just now receiving transmissions from '1960s British radio. After voyaging millions of light- years, the sound is degraded, faint, and haunted. The aliens form a tribute band, call themselves Butterfly Child (a name both evocative of the hippie era and faithfully representative of the drifting effervescence of the songs), and warp their asses back to the modern day UK.

Breezy and hypnotic, Butterfly Child waft through the walls of the pop hall of fame politely borrowing master strokes from the past. Consistantly pretty and pretty consistent, Soft Explosives echos with syrupy strings, slight reverb, cavernous textures, and distant melodies. These aliens sound like ghosts and make music you'll hear as you head toward that big bright light.

"When You Return" and "The Sound of Love Breaking Apart" knock you out like a ragfull of ether. If you've ever been drunk in a pub, staring at someone beautiful, just watching them move, in a blur, this was probably the music in your head. Hug someone you love, pull the covers over your heads, and listen to Soft Explosives reverberate off your hollow walls and mix with the rain on the window pane.

-Brent DiCrescenzo