This record can teleport you out of the city into a mountain clearing where you and you can make moonshine in peace. Stephanie and Nora are a perfect sonic match and I hope they keep working together.
A crystalline masterpiece of guitar composition and a truly rare album—the kind that will fortify you during a nightmarish part of life. Listen wisely!
Like crawling through a garden tunnel to a pool full of copper artifacts. Beachy, mossy, with puffs of dark smoke. I haven't heard these types of spells since Broadcast.
Calling this album honest or raw might be accurate, but it's been rolling around a DIY rock tumbler for half a decade and the resultant polish shines like the winking eye of Hank Williams' spirit on a starry night.
Squelching tidepool sounds percolate through the framework of crisp drumming and brutalist basswork. Spring reverb experiments and cooly jaded vocals alike are polished to a shine with Keith Wallace's gloriously weird production and frank writing style.
