A new morning is shining through the gauze outside the window - an eternal morning, a next-day-of-life moment that's always occurring, if you take the time to notice. Tim Presley's White Fence, informed by the extreme polarities of punk rock and psych, brings forth songs like no others. Two years on from Tim's solo missive, the sense that something has cratered and someone has walked away, somehow alive, is heavy in the air. Vulnerability is painted with Tim's unpredictable brush, letting down his hair in counter-intuitive steps, while intimating that any path taken, whether one of transformation or one of succumbing, may meet an ambiguous outcome. With I Have to Feed Larry's Hawk, Tim Presley meets White Fence, and together, they move on.