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Night Beds has for some years created dreamy music in various basements and bedrooms, warm and washed in whiskey, and laced in places with a fond sort of melancholy. They made a stealthy release of their self-titled e/p in September of 2008; since then it has been slinking into evening living rooms and darkly passing cars in disparate corners of the world. The songs, lit by Winston Yellen's impeccable vocals and anchored by the sonic imagery of Matt Wilcox, are not so much lullabies as they are a wandering progression towards home, and weightless rest. They have the uncanny ability to echo in your chest, requesting this: not that you go to sleep, but that you go where you most need to be.