Throughout Gloria Folmer forsakes the playfully nerdy aspects of Headphones and instead plunges into a mature examination of relationships and rites of passage. "I don't have the fortitude, and you don't have the time," sings Folmer on "Warmth of a Dryer," looking for answers when he knows none are available. With an emphasis on distorted guitar accompaniment, Daniel Folmer is on the precipice of something brilliant. Looking at the obvious from odd angles, this pasty-faced youngster deserves a full band and a sympathetic producer in order to turn his late-night diary entries into legitimately transcendent moments of insight and intensity.