Cassette
Betty Hammerschlag arrives on blush with a beautiful set of abstracted folk diversions.
The album plays like a mixing board of textures handled with a dubwise sense of space, with brittle acid folk riffs dancing in circles around bedroom murmurs. Hammerschlag's voice jumps and dips as the instrumentation blurs into a wall of weightless sound. Like ML Buch's era-defining 'Suntub', 'Fake Girl' hovers between the real world and a laptop-powered digital fantasy, anchored by its heart-wrenching melodies and drybrushed by uncanny artifacts.
