Harvest Of Dreams

one can only picture how uniquely bobb trimble seems to confront reality. it's the early 80s, and as a new decade rolls by, he seems to be going backwards - as if his inner tape was rewinding to the sound of the world he left behind. like a latter-day roscoe holcomb, trimble reaches that high lonesome sound of modern new england through 'harvest of dreams', his second, rarest, last and best lp. one can only guess at the ugliness of the reaganesque suburban nightmare he's trying to escape - tacky clothes, silly haircuts, nonsensical blockbusters, arcade video games, and plastic crap everywhere, all betraying the era's lack of genuine emotions. apart from maybe jandek and daniel johnston, two other souls he could find comfort with, bobb trimble displays some of the 1980s' most honest, melancholic and moving american music. it's as if melvin, toxic avenger's hero, had decided to go bedroom recording. 'harvest of dreams' cemented bobb as a true mythical songsmith, nestled away in his psychedelic black hole circa 1982. newly remastered on secretly canadian.