DM Stith makes creepy, delicate, almost ethereal modern folk music. it's very intimate in some ways and alienating in others: Stith's murmured vocals are almost claustrophobic in their closeness, and then every so often he will break away into echoing falsetto harmonies that change the feeling of the song entirely, or maybe he'll add dissonant chords or bizarre instrumentation. he often layers and repeats these same harmonies to add unnerving depth. his lyrics are poetic and cryptic, sometimes completely unintelligible. his music bears a similarity to Bowerbirds or David Thomas Broughton (I almost compared him to Sufjan Stevens, since they are similar, but I think at this point there's not a single band on this blog that I have not compared to Sufjan Stevens). Stith takes folk and makes it weird, but essentially, he is creating pretty, albeit not always accessible, pop songs.
this album took me a few listens to get into, but it's ultimately pretty rewarding. this is one of those records I like to listen to loudly in the dark and just bask in the lovely strangeness.
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