Philadelphia harpist Mary Lattimore takes a break from collaborating with the likes of Kurt Vile and Jeff Zeigler to produce a rare collection of home-spun solo recordings, using her Lyon and Healy Concert Grand Harp, contact mics, a delay pedal and not much else. Half dreamt, half improvised, Mary's songs meander like off-world rivers glowing with bioluminescence.
'bountiful sonic strangeness' - The Quietus
'wonderfully calming' - Norman Records
'a mind-opening sense of tranquility' - The Deli
'magically navigates between a cosmic flux' - millefeuille
supported by 25 fans who also own “Luciferin Light”
The most horrifying album I’ve ever listened to. Every time I listen to it at length, it scares me in a way I can’t explain. Yet I keep coming back for more. This is a work of horror masterpiece. radrabidrabbit