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Light Time is a subtle and powerful 12" vinyl exercise in it's own flaws, weaknesses and strength of purpose. Side A's two tracks act as one piece of transitional music; confrontational and satisfying with the softest abandon of self-awareness. Side B glances to the past and confirms the restorative cycle of death, decay, contemplation and re-growth. For all of the whispery voiced, faux-bohemian, lilting clichés that over populate what we can loosely term as "folk music", Lewis & Clarke once again reminds us that the heart, above all else, is a muscle. Light Time references not only illumination of darkness, but weight, and the speed at which these phenomena interchange. "Petrified Forest" presents metaphors of industrial and emotional decay. Arrangements grow from sparseness, as nostalgia blossoms like weeds within rubble. Lyrical imagery includes abandonment of children and factories, neglect and fear-based decisions. The final line ushers the sound of hope as the strings swell to crescendo: "In the petrified forest, where your heart is frozen still, you will bring it to life...you will bring it... you will" The track, "Light Time", illuminates the path and closes with sinewy eastern melody and circular, primitive percussion along with a warning/confirmation: "Don't try to run from your choice, The years will take away your voice" On Side B, In addition to the classic Leonard Cohen cover, Lewis & Clarke eats it's own fruit with Dead and Gone. It was originally recorded and released on Bare Bones and Branches.

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Lewis & Clarke doesn't play songs as much as unfurl them, slowly letting ribbons of sound billow and cascade. The power, though, is palpable, made even stronger through delicateness, a paradox that is at play not only in the music on Light Time but also in its metaphors for life, loss and renewal.

     —PopMatters

Hypnotic mountain folk, setting reedy vocals against spare and elegant guitars, gradually swooning into a near seven-minute piece full of strings and woodsy imagery...songs for getting lost into.

     —Stereogum