It is a lullaby for the misrepresented and the ignored. It is both strange and familiar. It is the collision of ideas and images and sound. It is four people left to their own devices. It says all that it needs to say...if you listen...

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#		Title	Length	Sample
1		Alpha	0:47
2		Behaving in the Moment	2:35
3		A Certain Unspeakable Truth	0:49
4		Close to the Bone	5:17
5		The Last Thing You Ever Said	0:49
6		Lemmings	5:55
7		I Think Thats Quite Enough	1:03
8		Erl King	5:51
9		Endoverend	1:21
10		Lungless	4:08
11		A Swan Dive in the Shallow End	4:12
12		I Divide	4:21
13		The Doctor Will See You Now	1:32
14		Odessa	5:10
15		Floating Face Down	0:57
16		Out of a Waking Dream	3:38
17		Nothing to See Here	1:07
18		Jigsaw	3:27
19		Handle Like Eggs	1:12
20		Bi-polar	6:47
21		Johnny, Dont You Think Shes Pretty?	1:11
22		In the Grey Matter	5:47
23		Omega	1:19

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Description

Some albums are based around one song. The one you cant wait to hear. The one you wade through all of the promises and all of the filler to get to. The one that sticks in your head and clings to your brain like the cheap cologne sold in drug stores - the only one that is worth the price of admission.

This is not one of those albums.

Some albums are chock full of temporarily numbing and instantly forgettable singles. Blissful, glossy, sugar-soaked pure power-pop golden hits fired in rapid succession. Soon the armies of style junkies and media sheep will scarf up the generic melodies, vapid intentions, and tired cliches.

This is not one of those albums.

Some are unbelievably mediocre. They exist as inoffensive, castrated and terminally average vacuums that have about as much passion as a travel brochure. The music wilts like bad wallpaper, and the lyrics read like homework. You want the hour you just spent listening to it back - but it was only 35 minutes.

This is not one of those albums.

So what, then, is this album?

Only The Sleeping Will Know, our first full-length release, is the most comprehensive musical statement that we could make. It is everything it could have possibly become. Longer, louder, heavier, quieter, bolder, deeper, lighter, brighter, smarter, and darker. It is a clear step forward from our debut EP, yet not entirely different in its intent. Just an alternate means to the same end. It requires no prior knowledge, and requests no prejudice. It begs you to play it from start to finish - a lost commitment reminiscent of what it used to mean to listen to an album. It needs neither introduction nor explanation. It simply demands your full attention.

Turn off the cell phone. Black out the television. Plug in the stereo.

Time for sleep.