Transportation

24 SEP 2008 • by Chris Parker

The past is never dead," William Faulkner famously wrote. "It's not even past." So it is with Transportation's long-awaited Daydreams. It sounds like something you pulled from your dad's record collection, from the relics among the worn-cornered copies of Seals and Crofts, Bread and Al Stewart's Year of the Cat. There's an American Graffiti vibe, too, like a moment of time captured in amber and lit in a soft (rock) glow. The 10 tracks luxuriate like honey, laconic grooves radiating outward, spreading warm sticky melodies everywhere. The sweet, swelling splendor lingers like lavender, a lush aroma that seems too big to have been made by the three men of Transportation.
- Independent Weekly

Daydreams comes on the heels of a three-song 7-inch and an 18-track homemade disc called Transportation Hour and exudes the same qualities of its namesake. The songs are sleepy, contemplative works from another time and place that just seem to swing and sway in its own breezy optimism. The album opens with “Rock and Roll Station,” a wistful composition that seems rooted in the lounge experience brought on from listening to Steely Dan. - Greensboro Observer