faith graves's music is equal parts naive and nihilistic; purging and punchline. faith's trademark, painfully honest, lyricism - combined with their sweeping wall-of-sound production - transcends the mundane into the magical, capturing a feeling of ever-present bigness within all of us that bursts out when we think no one else is watching. little things like an unrequited lover’s hands or the patchwork quilt of farms outside an airplane window become holy under graves's loving shepherding. the quiet aches and joys within us in those moments beyond poetry - those are her greatest joys. she spins wheat into gold.
faith graves's music is equal parts naive and nihilistic; purging and punchline. faith's trademark, painfully honest, lyricism - combined with their sweeping wall-of-sound production - transcends the mundane into the magical, capturing a feeling of ever-present bigness within all of us that bursts out when we think no one else is watching. little things like an unrequited lover’s hands or the patchwork quilt of farms outside an airplane window become holy under graves's loving shepherding. the quiet aches and joys within us in those moments beyond poetry - those are her greatest joys. she spins wheat into gold.