I've been pondering this album for a while now, and as with many brilliant musical works there is really no all encompassing bunch of words that will do it justice. Nunez has created something special with Poems E, a sound that is simultaneously warm and intimate yet haunted and alone. A sort of out-of-body experience, as if he started out recording a lo-fi indie, jazz record, but died half way through and his ghost finished up the rest of the recording. More of this, please! Lost Tribe Sound