For the last two years I drove a delivery van beginning at 4:30 in the morning. One of the only music tapes that I would play was Building by Sense Field. The feeling of desolation can be strong that early in the morning, and their music did little to relieve that feeling-but it did heighten the aura of romance, of being alive in your own theater with their music as the soundtrack.
Sense Field worked well those black, cold mornings, driving around deserted downtown Denver save for other delivery vehicles and the homeless seeking warmth from steam grates.
It has been several years since Sense Field released their last album. Part of the Deal is as strong as Building-maybe better-and Jonathan Bunch's vocals take me back to being alive, scurrying about while the mass of Denver was still sleeping, stumbling, tossing, or watching that blue glow, maybe fearing sleep or hoping against hope for dreamless escape. Sense Field works as a heightened script, as a soundtrack for the cult of 4:30 a.m.
