MP3 Whither Peregrine - FOLK: Folk Blues
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Solo acoustic alternative mostly about journeys, love, and death. And flowers.
11 MP3 Songs
FOLK: Folk Blues, ROCK: Acoustic
Details:
The self-titled debut album from Whither Peregrine is an intimate look into the heart of one person who seems prepared to give up everything in her search for the truth.
Her unadorned vocal style is at once reassuring and disconcerting. She seems to be telling you stories about your life that come out sounding eerie and exotic. Itâs like being lost in the place you know best, or perfectly familiar in a place youâve never been.
The spare instrumentation recalls a small group of musicians playing just to each other out in the middle of nowhere, maybe in the desert West, which seems to breathe from these songs like rising heat in waves.
The way the songs are written makes poetry seem conversational, as natural as breathing. She puts her meager instrumentation-âonly voice, one classical guitar, flute, and harmonica-âto full use, even bringing in an unexpected hand-clap percussion line on the sardonic âI Know, I Knowâ that canât be described in words.
Hopeful, angry, resigned, sorrowful, lusty, and impossibly tender. You should give this one a try.
11 MP3 Songs
FOLK: Folk Blues, ROCK: Acoustic
Details:
The self-titled debut album from Whither Peregrine is an intimate look into the heart of one person who seems prepared to give up everything in her search for the truth.
Her unadorned vocal style is at once reassuring and disconcerting. She seems to be telling you stories about your life that come out sounding eerie and exotic. Itâs like being lost in the place you know best, or perfectly familiar in a place youâve never been.
The spare instrumentation recalls a small group of musicians playing just to each other out in the middle of nowhere, maybe in the desert West, which seems to breathe from these songs like rising heat in waves.
The way the songs are written makes poetry seem conversational, as natural as breathing. She puts her meager instrumentation-âonly voice, one classical guitar, flute, and harmonica-âto full use, even bringing in an unexpected hand-clap percussion line on the sardonic âI Know, I Knowâ that canât be described in words.
Hopeful, angry, resigned, sorrowful, lusty, and impossibly tender. You should give this one a try.
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