owenthinks

This album sounds like a moonlit autumn night, like burrowing your way into a mound of fallen leaves and tree trunks in the woods to escape the chilly breeze, like drowning in isolation and rotting into a forest bed in the dead of night, like falling away from those around you and into yourself. Marika Hackman's debut album 'We Slept At Last' places her songwriting in perhaps its perfect environment, its poetic and ... read more