The Album by chimera

Four or five years ago we piled into our blue carpeted studio, protected from the sun and dry dirt by a sloped roof and three walls of tin, and by an expired pig barn and the old shit pit.

If you had peaked through the mosquito net veiling the door and let your eyes adjust to the dark light, you may have spotted four shadows inside, picking and strumming and hitting and humming.

Our ingredients seeped into the thick insulation and slipped through cords, winding around knobs and faders and after a few years of (calculated) ageing have come to rest on this album.

With the generous seasoning of appreciated counterparts, the four of us evolved into the creature that stands before you: chimera.