Rather than existing at odds with the disturbing energy of the pandemic, and the eerie silences that accompanied the quarantine, Woods feel profoundly present. Their balmy psychedelia reckons with the world rather than seeking to escape it. Reflecting on and reasoning with death, they ask, “I see old friends when I sleep…Where do you go when you dream?” In a momentary flash, we see children age and gardens grow.
Pinning down Woods has proved increasingly elusive over their ten year run. While encapsulating and predicating the twisting currents of folk and rock, they’ve morphed calmly yet sharply from lo-fi to hi-fi. […]
Welcome to the second installment of an ongoing series with Pickathon , showcasing footage from the Galaxy Barn located at Pendarvis Farm in Oregon. Woods played twice that weekend, once…on the […]