An electric keyboard shimmers as guitars carve indolent arcs of jazz-adjacent sound in “Dreaming,” the vocals barely over a whisper. A string orchestra starts up in the chorus, as Dan Knishkowy murmurs the question, “Am I dreaming?” Fair point. The sound envelopes like a technicolor reverie, cool, removed and satin-y smooth. It’s more akin to quiet storm soul or the fusion-touched jazz rock than the Americana you may have come to expect from Adeline Hotel . . .
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