Cold Specks has a voice that settles into your gut with a bowl of pop corn, a warm blanket, big class of milk and whiskey and watches foriegn films about long lost lovers and aliens. Holy shit I love her. Her album I Predict A Graceful Expulsion is a monster of a record, the type of thing that changes the way you look at life and makes letting go of shit you have a hard time letting go of much easier.
Blank Maps is a perfect example of how good this album is.
If this song doesn't move you to calling your parents and old friends like you just finished a mushroom binge well then you are dead on the inside and we can no longer be friends. I'm looking at you Del.