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Bodymelt in the Garden of Death
As Wohlers explains, “I recorded most of it during a pretty intense year for me — the title [‘Bodymelt in the Garden of Death’] is a phrase that came into my head while I was hugging my mom in Atlanta the summer after an extreme medical crisis I wasn’t sure she’d make it through. She’s a gardener and we were surrounded by her flowers. It was sunset and had just rained and all the colors were lush and hot and glistening.”
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In the end, ‘Bodymelt in the Garden of Death’ is an unassuming triumph of sonic bereavement, transmitting and translating deeply emotional uncertainty into wholly consuming sounds.