There is a certain irony to the fact that this album may be uniformly darker than my previous full-length effort. It is certainly less emotionally balanced, certainly rawer and more demented in terms of vocal performance even as the instrumentation is more refined. It speaks to haste and mental state: I have been unwell, and I have come to prefer productivity and power over perfection. Likewise, I have kept this one fairly concise, comparatively speaking, half the length of Die Alone with an even eight tracks. It felt right.
I found the photo which graces the cover on the floor of the attic in which I now reside, divorced of context beyond place, age, and clear neglect. It conveys a certain alienated longing which I feel is appropriate to this album.
Many things about this album have felt "right." All the blemishes and fits of weird inspiration and coincidence have simply seemed correct.
So here it is.
released August 12, 2017
Presented in cooperation with Diamondfish Records and Recordings, a.k.a. Tre and Jane and Yarrun. This is DFR-073.