Good god, this is sweeping, emotional music. For letting doves free, for floating on your back naked in the warm ocean water while the big dipper watches over you, for riding a buffalo over the smooth Idaho plains in slow motion. Now, in high school-ese: Japan’s Mono are the sensitive artistic types that only rarely opened their mouths in class and when they did mysterious perfection emerged; meanwhile, Godspeed You Black Emperor! were the nasty overweight black-clad kids smoking cigarettes out by the railroad tracks and calling everyone pussies. Mono has opened their mouths again.