out of the thick, black lonely
to a field of rocks
to a rush of ice
where it unveiled a hot
where you gave a fuck
out of the desolate lushness
where you ate dinner with death
every night choking your food down
every night gripping your head
to the throb of your bed
it was unspeakable
speaking to styrofoam
slipping on icicles
dying to just stay gone
out of the dreaming of insects
only halfway into real
remember the spider beside her
it was you when you looked in the mirror
& saw yourself clear
This is thoughtful and melancholy, but not morose -- there is hope in its sheer beauty. Her sensitivity as an arranger and producer is as impressive as her songwriting and singing; the whole album has a lovely sense of texture and space. Joe Madden
Babehoven returns with another record of indie folk songs about love, connection, and the fragility of human relationships. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 24, 2024