The latest folk-psych gem to be salvaged from obscurity, Linda Perhacs' only album, from 1970, occupies a beguiling middle-ground between Joni Mitchell and Tim Buckley. As one would expect of a sometime resident of Topanga Canyon, much of Parallelograms conjures up a fleeting bucolic idyll, all "moons and cattails", frail charms and distant flecks of instrumentation. Perhacs' songs are too strong to be dismissed as mere whimsy, however, and an experimental dimension—multi-tracked vocals, stereo pans, ambient drop-outs in the middle of songs—give this lovely album the edge over many of its more puritanical contemporaries.
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