The Widest Smiling Faces
Milk Garden
Already Dead Tapes / 2018
I’m already behind the curve when it comes to cassette
culture; having spent so much of my life working 7 days a week and raising a
family. Now that I am still employed but involved with pursuits that I love (to
balance my career / income making life) I’ve found the cliché so much music so
little time to be true.
I know nothing about the genesis or the genealogy of this
music, so it was a lovely, and welcomed, surprise from the first note to last. When a cassette is as quietly astonishing as Milk Garden, you listen. Repeatedly. Perhaps it is the gauzy vocals
bathed in purple lilacs; or hypnotic guitar patterns echoing subtly through
filtered sunlight, or maybe it is the commanding organ of opening track “Be
Nothing” that leads you through the threshold into the spiritual cathedral of
your inner garden. This cassette is accompanied by a mini-zine (or chapbook) of a poetic
nature – achingly beautiful words glancing upon opening one's self to love & dreams & rain.
Milk Garden will be flowing in my inner ear for a long time to come.
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