Cassette
"Meaning is of the intellect, poetry is not". These words are written on the inlay of this debut tape from Sorrow Family Band, the solo project of Private Sorrow from Midnight Mines, yet here I am, free of any kind of discernible intellect, trying to make sense of Tiger Bites' wordless expressions. Why change the habit of a lifetime... The red-line abstraction and primitive noise-making of Sorrow's parent band is traded in here for something a little softer around the edges, its creator leaning into his chosen name and conjuring a kind of downhome, wintery melancholy. The ties to the NZ lathe cut DIY underground are both concrete given Independent Woman's involvement, and implied in nine tracks of gently chugging and jangling lo-fi guitar missives that define home recording so long as that home happens to be a lonesome cabin hidden amongst some evergreen glade. Which Tiger Bites makes equal measures wood & twine, static & dust. Proper comfort blanket sounds. Sold out at source.
