This one is quite similar to Vega, my favorite Andrew Chalk album and comes in at a close second. The way Chalk manipulates the sound of his instrument (I believe it's the guitar here again), drowns it out and pushes it towards new unexplored territory is simply fascinating. Whatever it is he is playing, the results don't sound like anything that could have been created by human beings. This is emotions put to sound and Blue Eyes Of The March feels like pure melancholia with large dose of nostalgia. If I could revisit my past, this is the music I would bring along for the trip. Many albums act like a drug on my senses, but with an album like this, I can at times truly get out-of-body experiences; like seeing myself playing in the dead leaves as a six year old, visiting grandma's again, presents, school, holidays... These images are so vivid at times that I can forget I'm listening to something! To me, this is a sign of pure musical genius.