Warm Blood by Blithe Field (Chicago, IL) *
I listen to this EP with my eyes closed and I can see home movies. They aren’t from my own home, but they have the staticy quality of 8mm film and an edge of nostalgia that takes me back to where I never was. Then there’s ‘Quincey,’ which drops you right in the room at the time of the recording then zooms you out (zeroes you in?) to a vision of the whole galaxy, or just one person’s slow-moving fingertips. Blithe Field doesn’t sacrifice quality instrumentation in favor of some ‘clever’ samples, a move that wrecks a lot of experimental releases. Speeches, talking, questions–they complement plucking and tinny melodies. @AshleyCanino
