Blonde Wig - Wigging Out
I’ve listened to this album several times now and I still can’t seem to completely wrap my head around it. On the surface, it sounds like incredibly lo-fi (like, even lo-fi by lo-fi standards) field recordings of sub-Mountain Goats strum-fests. But there’s something magical on this tape—you see it first in the sincere folk/Americana covers that bookend the tape—it’s like a gateway to some unknown world that some kids would find in an abandoned wreck in the woods. While this is the kind of thing that an “adult” would immediately dismiss as some crap, someone who can still see the fantastic in the world could mine the depths of this weird tape and find lifetimes of listens pouring forth from its warbles.

Blonde Wig - Wigging Out

I’ve listened to this album several times now and I still can’t seem to completely wrap my head around it. On the surface, it sounds like incredibly lo-fi (like, even lo-fi by lo-fi standards) field recordings of sub-Mountain Goats strum-fests. But there’s something magical on this tape—you see it first in the sincere folk/Americana covers that bookend the tape—it’s like a gateway to some unknown world that some kids would find in an abandoned wreck in the woods. While this is the kind of thing that an “adult” would immediately dismiss as some crap, someone who can still see the fantastic in the world could mine the depths of this weird tape and find lifetimes of listens pouring forth from its warbles.