While this record is a noble attempt at creating the vast, ethereal texture one might want out of a record of this ilk, it simply does not grip the listener and give them anything tangible to hold onto. “Hearts Are Not Made of Glass” opens the record, centered around a painfully slow-moving piano part that weaves its way through with the help of very sparse percussion, and eventually other sonic layering, and the next 20 or so minutes of the record move at a similar pace. Not until about halfway in does the record start to pick up, and by that time, you will most likely be asleep. Perhaps I judge too harshly due to a penchant for rhythm, but it was nearly impossible to wade through the entire forty seven minutes of the record’s duration. If you do Google this band name and album title together, the second result is a Tweet saying, “Good listening while reading and writing my #masterthesis.” I agree with said Twitterer; this is a record that will serve you best as background music while you do something that deserves the majority of your attention.