RE: https://infosec.exchange/@dragginganox/116637255126318770 I'm going to post again about this album by @dragginganox@infosec.exchange which I've played over and over since first hearing it only 48 hours ago. My regret is that I didn't encounter it when it was released in March. The links to listen and buy this record are in the post of Brian's I've quoted below. At first blush, and I blush to say it, this isn't typically what I'd normally listen to. But it has grabbed me repeatedly by the grubby lapels with its musical and lyrical insistences, its melancholy folk-and-electronics collisions and coincidences. And those lyrics. These lines are from the heart-crushing ‘Focal Fires’, the final song on the album: "Fresh growth on the dark boundary of the earth Glacial time in the melted core by the dogwood I clipped the blossoms in the small hours and cut my hand I pressed them and lived on the dim border I left something in the house but I don't know what it is A cherished gap in the archive Witness the deaccession form A loose tile marks the window The wind is singing through the traces And the palinoptic sunlight Dims the border” That song has a hazy, smoke-wreathed synthesizer melody following the verses that makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up every time, without fail. And this album does not fail. Thank you Brian, from this Brian, for making this glistering record that I now hear reflected in the dew of the early morning and the too-hot shadows of evening. #DraggingAnOxThroughWater #BrianMumford #AlbumsOfTheYear #FolkMusic #ElectronicMusic #ExperimentalFolk #IDontReallyKnowHowToDescribeThisButItsWonderful