
Four tracks of pastoral, tape-saturated folk recorded with a cathedral-like depth. Warm, slow-drifting, and beautifully haunted by woodwinds and analog synths.
It sounds like a gorgeous, lost 1970s folk record played inside a giant, empty stone cathedral.
A warm, pastoral solitude that feels both deeply comforting and slightly haunted.
The writing leans notably further into nature than the rest of the catalogue.
“If you think you’ve heard songs more successful at melodrama and heavy mood than “Bad Magic” or more successful at the naked, perennial mode of “pure beauty” than “Requiem For Forgiveness,” I want you to forget them, because you are kidding yourself”
“Bleeds plenty of transcendental tunery, smart secrets and Weyes’ words to unearth a rich reward for the curious”Read review
“These finely wrought songs introduce a fascinating and confidently subversive artist and offers a glimpse of the road she’s traveling”Read review
“Earthy melodrama for catacombs that deserves to be heard above ground”Read review
“It’s a stellar record, one that captivates both the heart and the imagination with an almost imperceptible grip”Read review
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