wafting through our speakers like the heat haze shimmering above the the deserts of california's dusty plains, brigid dawson's commanding ballads melt american roots music into sludgy, yet punchy, misty-eyed hallucinations.
lovely though it may seem from a distance, the striation of loss quicksilvered throughout provides weighty balance to her contralto lilt. those familiar with her harmonic counterpoint from her time in thee oh sees/ocs know she can belt as well as lullaby but there’s a fresh and smoulderingly heavy swing in her step on display here that we mightily dig. the record features friends from eddy current, sic alps, the fresh & onlys, sunwatchers &, naturally, oh sees. the results are spellbinding. this is thrillingly potent stuff. “a transcendent, jazz-inspired masterpiece from the former oh sees member” 4.5/5 – uncut.