Feather Treasure 03:43
Gentle Chaperone 05:40
Dewayne 05:16
I Still Hear Lorelei 04:48
Winter’s Empty Pages 04:34
Dead End Pools 04:53
Oh, My Sitter 04:48
Forever, I’ve Been Being Born 06:36
My Sweet Hereafter 04:18
A New Medium 04:58
Forever, I’ve Been Being Born is a suite of masterful, emotive songs filled with themes of magical thinking, emotional dislocation, death, and transformation. In the making for ten years, the album centers around the power of Jesse’s transcendent voice, which has never been more beautiful, evocative, and hauntingly intimate. Phil Wandscher masterfully frames these songs with classic and fractured tones, creating a duet of vulnerability and strength often blurring the lines of folk and psychedelia. The album also features exquisite contributions from Marissa Nadler. UNCUT magazine recently picked it as Americana Album of The Month, calling it “rapturous psyche-folk melancholia.” 9/10
“O my gentle chaperone, this is where I stay, but this is not my home”—- J.Sykes
This album is our attempt to create elegant folk and sometimes ragged, cosmic, heart rendered songs full of eulogies and laments. When we started recording this album, I remember saying, “Play the songs as if the edge of a butterfly wing was brushing against your cheek in the dark while you’re holding a small child.” I wanted to connote tenderness and a state of grace in the wake of resolution—paying homage to the creeping knowledge of an emerging, menacing undertone forming in our collective psyche. In hindsight, the delay in releasing this record has been a bit of a blessing, as the lyrics seem more poignant now, transcending our own internal voices and psyches. Maybe because there is an innate fragility on this record, it almost feels like a form of resistance in these times.
As the world shares its collective crisis, so we too, share our songs.
It is with great pleasure and humility that we bring you, Forever, I’ve Been Being Born.
Listen in the dark.
-J. Sykes
“It’s that ancient light that wanders, Rapt in the splendor of your form,
And to this I will surrender, Forever, I’ve been being born, Beneath an overarching,
Melody, so forlorn.”
Listen!