Three Imaginary Girls

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Stare at this album's cover. Go on, squeeze your eyes together and then ever so slowly open them. Notice how all the colors blur and fade together, as if in a dream, as if hinting at reality but muffled. That description of the album art could be made for the songs contained within The forms' self-titeled second album. It is part dreamscape, part blurred reality.

It is not quite Shudder to Think or Sunny Day Real Estate; it is reminiscent at times of The Judybats but with much more emphasis on layer upon layer of harmonies. The best part of the album is that no song is left without this floating dreamy feeling, though the opening song "Knowledge in Hand" eases the listener into the dreamscape. It leaves the album's songs feeling part of a larger whole, a total experience. The bad part may be that I can't pull out one song from the lot that may say more than another.

The Forms should be happy with the album they've made, and more so that they did it on their own so they could acheive exactly what they wanted. Headphones recommended. Lean back and The Forms take you wherever you let it.