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26—05—22
Blumm’s second outing is a kind of instrumental chamber pop that sits nowhere obvious—folk harmonies processed through modular logic, strings that sound like they’re being played through water, rhythms that breathe instead of pulse. It’s the sound of someone who knows exactly which acoustic instruments to mic and which ones to run through effects, which is rarer than it should be. The warmth is real because the arrangements are patient enough to earn it.