Listening to the fourth album, Cosmorama, from Lisbon, Portuga's Beautify Junkyards is like being in the center of a spiritual awakening, housed in the diminutive temple of a rotating shadow lantern. Phantoms with hazy boarders, but discernably delicate features, dance around your perimeter in a diverting procession of illusions, serving as points of fixation for your meditative gaze. For an album that trades in the ephemeral, Cosmorama is a fairly concrete and wholly descriptive title for the album. A cosmorama is an exhibition of images, that through the careful employment of lights, mirrors, and other manipulations, creates a vivid and unexpectedly deep experience of a distant place. Beautify Junkyards' Cosmorama, accomplishes something similar, only with sound. Instead of transporting you to the Chateau Versailles, the album opens a spiral staircase, that loops around the vertebrae and ridges of your spine, as if it were running along the interior wall of a great tower, leading you to the keep of a fluctuating realm of technicolor visas, where the sky curls in on itself in a patterned, nautilus like spiral, and the ground is a pliable gum, like the vulnerable membrane of jellyfish flesh. The creatures you will meet there are odd and obsequious. The fruit on the vine ripens at your touch. And each breath of air has a spicey curl to its flavor, as if you are drawing smoke from a hooka, an experience that is some how not taxing on your lungs, and further appears to improve oxygen flow to your brain. The subtle electricity of Beautify Junkyards on Cosmorama is sure to recharge the core of your being and deliver a dispursed shock of energy throughout your system- Comparable to having outfitted your chakra with solar panels.
