Magical realism, that’s what’s going on here. A blending of documentary styled Huntsville imagery with subtle touches of the strange and the quasi-mythical. The real transcending into something more, something otherworldly and ominous (pause at the 1:12 mark, you’ll see what I mean). Which meshes well with the what we get on the album itself – a juxtaposition of the gritty with the etherial. Consider the omnipresent violinists as both muses and an instrumental version of a greek chorus.