here should be a pat means of conveying why the Black Swans matter. Something like: _¢??Dylans oblique, carpented melodies sung in Fred Neils voice while Leonard Cohen plays fiddle._¢?¬ù Something that could go on a CD wrapper, if anyone used those any more. But clearly glibness will not suffice to bend your ear to a band youve (likely) never heard of; we will have to do better, knowing we will probably fail. \r\nChange! is only the second full-length album by the Black Swans, following on the delightfully priapic and correctly-titled Sex Brain EP. By rights, it is too soon to expect them to have perfected the choked swoon of the earlier works_¢??the progression from Who Will Walk In The Darkness With You? meditations on mortality to Sex Brain were like a shuttered antique store full of miniatures of the corsetted deceased, turning unexpectedly pornographic behind the counter. And if not premature, it would be perverse to suggest that a record about metamorphosis and the pruning of dried limbs could be perfective in any but the smallest sense. Let us then abjure the finality of superlatives and lose ourselves in the pangs and aches of aspiration: the falling of leaves and the shedding of skin. - Stylus. Limited edition with hand-painted jackets.