From high upon a hill, a distant sibylline machine sketches out in water the blueprint for the gears which drive the force that is The Channel. You may have heard the sounds before in a lucid dream, or resonating through the paralysis of an oppressed nightmare scream. Heard more and more, both domestically and abroad, The Channel pushes onward, not out of self-serving ambition, but from the inherent drive to do so. Five songwriters, siblings, and friends have forged through the unknown territories of jaded hipsters