
A dusty, tape-saturated blend of gothic chamber folk and baroque pop. Deeply intimate, hauntingly slow, and steeped in a warm, melancholic fog.
Refining the formula
Tape hiss and creaking floorboards anchor these haunted, slow-drifting hymns. You are sitting in a drafty, sunlit attic where church organs and plucked acoustic guitars echo through a warm, melancholic fog. It is the sound of ancient folk melodies being gently warped by a dusty, reel-to-reel recorder in the dark.
The writing leans a touch further into self examination than the rest of the catalogue.
The album was widely praised for its rich, subterranean melodrama and its ability to gently captivate listeners with a heavy, atmospheric beauty. Critics broadly admired the finely crafted songwriting and mysterious depth, welcoming the record as a deeply rewarding showcase of a singular, compelling voice.
“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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