On the mantelpiece there’s a scrap of leather, like a half remembered truth, or lie. And there’s a photograph of a sunlit garden and a sword that seemed to burn with light. The way is closed now and I can’t go home. Near the fireplace, black with soot and sorrow and the absence of synecdoche, there’s a whetted axe with a weathered handle, and the weight of it is dear to me. The way is closed now and I can’t go home— but what if I just let go?
Another devastatingly beautiful batch of indie rock confessionals from Ontario singer, producer, and multi-instrumentalist Linnea Siggelkow. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 28, 2024