Wooden Wand

I never really cared for the meandering freak-folk outfit Wooden Wand and the Vanishing Voice. To be fair, I haven’t listened to everything they released — if I had that much free time I could finish my Master’s degree — but what I did hear seemed to require an accompanying prescription to hallucinogens to be appreciated. So it’s strange that I even stopped to check out founding member James Toth’s solo record. But I did and I really dig it. Toth seems to have holed himself away from the world, or at least his cumbersome collective, and stripped his mystical and spiritual meditations down to their hypnotic core. Even his moments of self-indulgence are done with humor and innocence, such as his “okay” vocal tick on this track. I may be able to join this cult after all…

www.tinydrawings.org/softabuse
www.woodenwand.net