With elements of Bowie’s sci-fi-addled mysticism, the analog-meets-synthetic experimentation of ‘80s King Crimson, and the enigmatic yet meditative acoustic soundworlds of Mutations-era Beck, Steele sings himself through overwhelming waves of panic in Running Running. “Running running, round in my head / I can feel it coming back again,” Steele sings, as lilting pedal steel and vintage drum machines provide distinctive color and a sense of perpetual motion towards the horizon.
