Living among industrial wasteland and urban desolation, Kyle J. Reigle looked to the woods outside his Buffalo apartment for escape. Cemeteries is the dream pop transmitting over the truck radio of teenagers driving the dark labyrinth of outlying woods in a mountain town. It's the requiem to a sleep walk in the dead of night, bare foot across the pinecone bed of the forest. A surreal glow is on the fringes of each soundscape, while Reigle's whispered croon sounds as though it was sent up from the depths of a well.