9 Songs, 47 Minutes

EDITORS’ NOTES

Lyrical candor that’s as captivating as the sinuous alt-rock its wrapped around. There’s no mistaking what the central force of Mothers’ music is: Kristine Lescheper is engrossing in both delivery and content as her twisting, faltering voice delivers unflinchingly personal meditations on body image, self-doubt and vulnerability. Behind her, the music plays out in unusual patterns that reflect the intricacy, intimacy and tension of her thoughts, from the slowing and speeding twin guitars of “It Hurts Until It Doesn’t” to “Hold Your Own Hand”’s labyrinthine swell and the anxious indie-folk of “Too Small for Eyes”.

EDITORS’ NOTES

Lyrical candor that’s as captivating as the sinuous alt-rock its wrapped around. There’s no mistaking what the central force of Mothers’ music is: Kristine Lescheper is engrossing in both delivery and content as her twisting, faltering voice delivers unflinchingly personal meditations on body image, self-doubt and vulnerability. Behind her, the music plays out in unusual patterns that reflect the intricacy, intimacy and tension of her thoughts, from the slowing and speeding twin guitars of “It Hurts Until It Doesn’t” to “Hold Your Own Hand”’s labyrinthine swell and the anxious indie-folk of “Too Small for Eyes”.

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