#thick blue fog placing its hands over your eyes while it whispers ancient melodies in your ear

[holohedral]

i’m supposed to be somewhere in an hour but i’ve been revisiting married in mount airy a lot as we approach its first birthday and want to talk about it for a minute. i am so inspired by the instrumentation and production on this record and could generate pages upon pages in analysis of its writing but i will keep it brief.

MIMA is a testament to the myriad ways men inflict harm upon women, whether it be through marriage, their absence, fear and intimidation, threats, and direct acts of violence. even when you yourself are free, their harm persists through fellow women and the trauma they leave behind. with i’ll wait for you to call melting the record into a seamless loop back to the title track, a cycle of abuse despite glimpses of hope via summit song and whispering glades, we acknowledge healing isn’t linear.

if for some reason you haven’t spent any time with married in mount airy, i can’t recommend it enough. it is without question my top album of 2023 and possibly ever.