Holed up in the far-flung Quonset of his mind, Sic Alps’ Mike Donovan is free to beam his haunted falsetto on waves of ripping feedback into the yawning spaces of the lo-fi (but ever-expandin') rock and roll project universe. A craftsman, he casts his classic bubblegum ditties in shades of dream-strewn gray, an arrested envelopment of glitter rock/metal machine music for the DAC age. Flee the urban squall!