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why we love this
Overgrown digital flora and swarms of buzzing, sparkling insects quietly dwell in a hazy, introspective atmosphere that feels both deeply rooted and dreamlike. There’s a fragile despondency—a heavy heart tending to its surroundings—as natural life carries forth.
about the cassette
Austyn Wohlers creates free-range art-pop littered with atonal tendencies, rhythmic detours, and emotional indulgences for a wholly listenable barrage of sound. Bodymelt in the Garden of Death is an unassuming triumph of sonic bereavement, transmitting and translating deeply emotional uncertainty into wholly consuming sounds. It is a richly enigmatic affair that explores harrowingly relatable themes in a sensory overload of aural viscera.
As Wohlers explains, “I recorded most of it during a pretty intense year for me. The title [Bodymelt in the Garden of Death] is a phrase that came into my head while I was hugging my mom in Atlanta the summer after an extreme medical crisis I wasn’t sure she’d make it through. She’s a gardener, and we were surrounded by her flowers. It was sunset, and it had just rained, and all the colors were lush, hot, and glistening.”
- 1 - Grasshopper Heaven 4:02
- 2 - An Angel's Emerald Wing 6:47
- 3 - Life-Near-Others 2:55
- 4 - Preagricultural Summer 4:13
- 5 - Attachment Illusion 3:54
- 6 - How Heavy the Slow World 5:01
- 7 - Meadow of Tears 4:09
€15,00
only 3 left
- 1 - Grasshopper Heaven 4:02
- 2 - An Angel's Emerald Wing 6:47
- 3 - Life-Near-Others 2:55
- 4 - Preagricultural Summer 4:13
- 5 - Attachment Illusion 3:54
- 6 - How Heavy the Slow World 5:01
- 7 - Meadow of Tears 4:09
why we love this
Overgrown digital flora and swarms of buzzing, sparkling insects quietly dwell in a hazy, introspective atmosphere that feels both deeply rooted and dreamlike. There’s a fragile despondency—a heavy heart tending to its surroundings—as natural life carries forth.
about the cassette
Austyn Wohlers creates free-range art-pop littered with atonal tendencies, rhythmic detours, and emotional indulgences for a wholly listenable barrage of sound. Bodymelt in the Garden of Death is an unassuming triumph of sonic bereavement, transmitting and translating deeply emotional uncertainty into wholly consuming sounds. It is a richly enigmatic affair that explores harrowingly relatable themes in a sensory overload of aural viscera.
As Wohlers explains, “I recorded most of it during a pretty intense year for me. The title [Bodymelt in the Garden of Death] is a phrase that came into my head while I was hugging my mom in Atlanta the summer after an extreme medical crisis I wasn’t sure she’d make it through. She’s a gardener, and we were surrounded by her flowers. It was sunset, and it had just rained, and all the colors were lush, hot, and glistening.”
