Breatherholes is some of the most beautiful and fucked up "bedroom" pop/folk I have had the pleasure of reviewing. This isn't the first cassette of his that I have heard and I hope it will not be the last. The vocals are so troubled and strained that I can't help but think that this person is really channeling something real. The random toys and boxes of rocks that make up the accompanying percussion try their hardest to obscure the beautiful acoustic guitar melodies but they just can't. Thankfully. This is the kind of music that Harmony Korine should be making movies to instead of Die Antwoord (although that "video" is awesome). Breatherholes is as tragic as Daniel Johnston and as honest and relevant as the first Ariel Pink record.
The tapes have that Daniel Johnston look in that it is xeroxed sticker paper on poly cases. Little bits of highlighter betray the fact this was probably made at Kinkos. It's wonderful.
I would buy this. The first track alone will break your heart.
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