This album is Grubb’s most cinematic and balanced offering yet. It slowly burns through his moods, explores his Western panoramas and phantasmagorical musings.
The results, though often feeling abrupt and sometimes overly academic, are mostly warm and curious, stretching out in eternal open-endedness that isn't really looking for answers or understandable conclusions.
Though the word “experimental” sticks to Grubbs like a faded tattoo, there is little on The Plain Where the Palace Stood that covers ground that he has not crossed many times before.