Sophie Birch’s Bivabippabualukka sounds like it was made somewhere beyond the reach of trends. Blending cassette-warped guitar, birdsong, synths, zither, Rhodes, and other fragments of the natural and unnatural world, Birch makes a strange, radiant music that feels less composed than conjured—like a childhood memory from a faerie realm . . .
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