Presented on tape are two side-long collages of radio static, pedal steel, crickets and great plains haze. The music moves between lost highway melancholia and truck stop concrète. Shades of The KLF's meta-twang opus 'Chill Out' echo in the ether, but overall Geraldi's heartland mythos is grainier and more interstitial, scrambled by ancient airwaves across the big sky voids of North America.