Philly’s Eyes of the Amaryllis ooze back into view with four new offerings of their wonky dreamstate folk rock noodlings. Sift, the debut long player from last year, was a great primer for the four piece’s befogged and meandering slant on composition, defined by fluid, half-improvised pieces that seemed to drift in and out of consciousness. Here they adapt that approach to short form with equally effective results. Like with member Jesse Dewlow’s People Skills project, there’s a South Island feel to these songs, melodically-centred, sideways leaning folk hymnals with a little darkness bleeding in round the edges. Think Pumice, Alastair Galbraith, various manifestations of Jefferies and Montgomery, doused in syrup and trapped in the void like a beating taken in a dream, and expresses an obvious affinity with label pal, Nein Rodere. Phatic pop song for the pop disinclined.