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Gloom Balloon is Patrick Tape Fleming and Christopher Ford. They're from Iowa. Fleming has a two-year-old son and has said that this is pretty much the summation of his creative output. That's a seriously condensed explanation of this album, but it does cover most of the bases.
And if you're gonna get stuck between two bands, that's a nice, weird place to be. Gloom Balloon has an elegiac feel to its songs (a bit like late Beatles or any number of not-quite louche 70s bands). Each song is a journey, and the album is a greater manifestation of that ideal.
Does it all make sense? No. This is the unspooling of a mind. It is cluttered, messy and sometimes random. There is a majestic beauty to the chaos, though, as Fleming and Ford do have a real knack for pretty sounds. The structure is solid, even if the ingredients are unconventional.
If Fleming never makes another album, I'd say he can be happy. This final Gloom Balloon effort is a worthy statement. My guess is, though, he'll realize he has more to say after living a bit longer. That's the nature of the artist. And the world is a better place because of that.