Shugo Tokumaru says Parachute like a child rushing to add purple flowers to a field that before looked only like this: -------------------. He's got xylophones like crayons. Buckets full of wax nubs and bells falling off the bone to scatter in that field. Where Night Piece was slightly atmopheric and reflective in nature, this is skipping stones. This is a drawing of quick fluttering love as light choirs and wind chimes. He'll be the one in short shorts waving it in the air like bees wings to show you come September.
Shugo Tokumaru - Parachute (mp3)