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.”