THE GREAT, GLOOMY BROTHER-SISTER DUO THE KNIFE.  I IMAGINE THEM IN DARK & COLD ENDLESS SWEDISH NIGHTS, HEAT ON HIGH, LIGHTS ON LOW, MAKING SOUND AND MOURNING TO EACH OTHER.  RAISED IN THE WRECKAGE OF THE BABY BOOMERS’ LIFE EXPERIMENTS LIKE I WAS OR RAISED IN A CRUSHING ARCTIC TOWN LIKE THEY WERE, (I IMAGINE), EITHER WAY WE ALL ESCAPE THE WORLD INTO THE SUFFOCATION OF FAMILY, THEN ESCAPE THE FAMILY INTO OUR FORTS AND FORESTS AND THE ELECTRIC PULSE OF MUSIC