Tomberlin

US first press 2018.
The debut from Tomberlin is basically one long sigh pressed onto vinyl. Sparse, hushed folk songs where every word sounds like it was written at 3am and reluctantly shared in daylight. There’s space between the notes big enough to crawl into and hide, and a fragility that makes the record feel half confessional, half séance. Perfect for staring out the window pretending you live in an A24 film or for making your houseplants cry. FFO: Julien Baker if she whispered more, Phoebe Bridgers before the skeleton suit budget, early Cat Power with better Wi-Fi, and the ache in your chest when you read old texts you shouldn’t.