Yeah, for me this is a total 'album', rather than one where I tend to pick out certain songs. All the little different swirling 'unfinished' sounding bits are absolutely what make it one of their best. Like I think Heather Angel is a perfect example. What devides people into those who like Sunday/Wildflower Soul/Hits Of Sunshine/Karen Koltrane, but think the album is mixed, and those who adore the whole thing, is that the latter group will get to Heather Angel and just be like 'Yes! There is literally no better imaginable ending to this album that some whispy beautiful guitar scraps with Kim floating around them that suddenly turns into a broken sounding righteous jam and then just ENDS.' I'm very happy to fall into the latter camp.
The toothaches got worse, she dreamed of disembodied voices from whose malignance there was no appeal, the soft dusk of mirrors out of which something was about to walk, and empty rooms that waited for her. Your gynaecologist has no test for what she was pregnant with.