I bathe in the warmth of your shelter
His gaze is the coat that I wear
A breastplate of iron and leather
A mystery to it and through it we stare
I brought you out here to the shadows
You can sleep on a mat ‘neath my still
All gather and watch as I slumber
All slips from the earth as I purge where I kneel
Stay and make it so
Just seventeen paces to water
Just 3200 paces to town
The path to the kingdom is squandered
By symptoms of insolence, reckless and proud
Before I was flesh I was matter
And once I was endless and pure
A bit of lead dropped into water
My subtlety faded, my vision obscured
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Some may know Farmer from his time under the Monarch Mtn name. Happy to see Western Vinyl has picked up on what a talent this guy is. 'Still No Mother' delivers such a subtle venom, one that works its way into the bloodstream long after the music has ended. Farmer's music impacts in much the same way as that of Damien Jurado or Bill Callahan. The songs seem as if they've been on rotation for many years, like visiting an old friend, instantly familiar and welcoming. Lost Tribe Sound
Introspective pop songs with transcendent melodies offer a joyful meditation on staying present in a world that often moves too fast. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 16, 2023
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Australian songwriter Tamara Westwood, who describes herself deliberately as a trans girl, and fights for the cause of transgender people, attributes her songs to the "dreamo" genre. Actually, that's quite descriptive of what's to be found on "The Fifth", releasing me from the task of finding an appropriate genre myself. The music sounds remarkably full-fledged for a DIY album labeled "bedroom pop" - absolutely not lo-fi or bedroom-bound. Sven B. Schreiber (sbs)