Plume Ruiner by Plum Wooer

Dear M. Plum Wooer, arctic boundary charmer, big-wheel deal weaver: I hope this sudden and hurried correspondence finds you well. Enclosed, you will find the 10 songs written over this past strange year (okay it's a quarantine album, sue me!). During your prolonged sabbatical at the docks, experimenting with your hideous mechanical fish and loutish flirting with the local sheriffs, I have had to hone many new skills in order to fulfill my duties, not that you should ever care: singing techniques, music theory, synthesis, production, bouquet arrangement, stork breeding. It wasn't always easy and I got in a lot of loud verbal arguments with myself which I often won. But it was a deep source of pleasure to learn these new things and experience small, personal triumphs. This is all despite you but for you, so I hope it's an equally deep pleasure to listen to. Yours inscrutably, me.

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"'Keep it light,' poet August Smith briefly reminds himself on Plum Wooer's Plume Ruiner – a testament to the experimental debut's ability to not take itself too seriously. Smith's instrumentation jumps from rocksteady basslines to danceable synth-pop to bongo grooves, himself melding a dull drone with Beach Boys harmonies and post-punk vocal stretch. Ruminations on the stinging unknowns of human existence and Smith's self-destructive habits melt into celebratory cynicism amid conversational interludes and witty rhymes. While diverse sonics make for a slightly disjointed experience, gooey synths and Smith's playful demeanor form two consistencies that feel like gliding through another world, one drenched in blissful self-awareness." 

– Laiken Neumann, Austin Chronicle

tunneling through the moon using an eagle as a shovel

augustsmith.net