Deceptively mesmerizing, Shelley Salant and her trusty reverb and delay pedals know just how to smudge the fine line between folksy instrumentalism and noisey, minimalist explorations. It’s nearly impossible to choose a path to take, the melodic or the rhythmic, as each demands your sole attention, nay COMMANDS you to ignore the other. Is it sleight of hand? Modern technological miracle-glitch? Actually magic?
Upon cursory listening, this tape plays like any other easy-going, major key solo jam sesh, but upon closer and closer listens, you'll find a world rife with tense tones clashing and tremolo ghosts crashing after caffeine highs. Listen with headphones and get lost!
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— Jacob An Kittenplan
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