Calling them multi-instrumentalists might be overdone. Freelance Whales are really just collectors, at heart. They don't really fancy buffalo nickels or Victorian furniture, but over the past two years, they've been collecting instruments, ghost stories, and dream-logs.
Somehow, from this strange compost heap of strange sounds and quiet thoughts, songs started to rise up like steam from the ground. Swirling with organic and synthetic textures, interlocking rhythmic patterns, and light harmonic vocals, the band's debut works to tell a simple, pre-adolescent love story: a young male falls in love with a spectral young femme who haunts his childhood home. He chases her in his dreams but finds her to be mostly elusive.
He imagines her alive, and wonders if someday he'll take on her responsibilities of ghosting, or if maybe he'll join her, elsewhere.
I can't say enough about how awesome this band is. Generator ^ Second Floor has actually changed my outlook on life - I want to be that content with it when I go.