
Brittle, tape-hiss folk recorded in a basement. A fragmented collection of songs that feel like private sketches of winter isolation and existential dread.
April 11, 2003 · Western Vinyl
A restless and skeletal exploration of isolation, marked by a persistent sense of autumnal dread.
How does The Glad Fact sound next to the rest of Dirty Projectors's catalogue?
The vocals lean far further into nasal than the rest of the catalogue.
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