
A handmade collage of tape-hiss folk and forest floor field recordings. Fragile sketches and distorted drums that prefigure the artist's most famous work.
2001 · St. Ives
Blood feels like stumbling upon a private audio diary found in a damp, abandoned cabin. It is less a traditional album and more a sonic scrapbook, where the hiss of the tape is just as important as the notes being played. The music exists in the spaces between songs: the sound of footsteps on leaves, the hum of a room, and the crackle of a microphone being moved. It is deeply intimate, sounding as if Phil Elverum is whispering these ideas directly into your ear while the world outside is shrouded in a thick, impenetrable fog.
How does Blood sound next to the rest of the Microphones's catalogue?
Cabin In Woods saturates this record notably more than the artist's norm.
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