Double vinyl LP pressing. Initial contact with Fields may lead one to believe it's the work of an A+ grad student at one of America's finest music colleges. On discovering the album's creator won't be able to legally drink for another decade, one might wince at the thought of one's own paltry 11-year-old feats - even if those armpit farts were pretty inspired. Meanwhile, Henry Plotnick sounds like he's ready for the concert hall. The structural and dynamic sophistication at play in Fields - the way melodic beauty gyres within rigorous academic/minimalist strictures, the manner in which perilous, mordant atmospheres are conjured - are astounding for any musician, age be damned.
