A new morning is shining through the gauze outside the window — an eternal morning, a next-day-of-life moment that’s always occurring, if you take the time to notice. Tim Presley’s White Fence, informed by the extreme polarities of punk rock and psych, brings forth songs like no others. Two years on from his solo missive, the sense that something has cratered and someone has walked away, somehow alive, is heavy in the air. With I Have to Feed Larry’s Hawk, Tim Presley meets White Fence, and together, they move on.