I mean I’ve already kind of talked about this in the original announcement “Welcome Home” as well the “The End” poem, but since we’re so close to arrival I figured I’d touch on this again.
So “Welcome Home,” to some extent is my attempt to fictionalize and elaborate upon my mental health crisis circa 2016 (pre Trump somehow), sort of melded with my time living back at home farther after that. It’s been pretty fucking cathartic to release all this shit, as I used to be quite closed off about the whole ordeal, and I’m excited to, I don’t know, maybe actually process some of this shit and move on. Probably asking to much.
The album cover mostly comes from me starting to work in a gas station and seeing way too many cigarettes, but also kind of a reflection on vice overall as a coping method, and how even harmful things can be a healthy alternative to something worse.
I think I also manage to throw a lot of small town angst into this album, just, some realization on how dead end a place can be when you’ve been there way too long.
As for the music itself its kind of art rock a la Parquet Courts, a little bit of weird experimental, and a lot a bit my alt-country style of guitar playing and songwriting. So yeah. Friday, listen to that shit.
Dirt Witch Records 
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