Listen to Francis Blume and you might just be transported to another world. A place cast in Technicolor (but with a touch of faint film grain) where men have an ironed crease in their slacks and women button their sweaters up almost all the way up to their neck. Cast in pinks and blues or in black and white the world might be cheeky and clean at least in front of the picket fences. Blume's interpretation of love and longing on his album “Lado De Loma” sit somewhere between Roy Orbison and Eddie Cochran (with a touch of Elvis) circa 1955 to 1965.