Listening to F ingers is a ghostly occurrence, not of the floating sheets kind but that of an occupied space, occupants unknown. Just as stylized cinematography or purposefully scratchy film grain can feel like an additional character in a movie, F ingers’ lo-fi, mumbling production imagines a confined architecture and a smokey mist seeping through door cracks. I’m cautious but entranced. M Donaldson (8sided.blog)
Up there with my favourite albums of 2020. Organic, cinematic and nicely psychedelic! Read review here: www.cedriclassonde.com/sounds-of-2020-a-weird-year-in-music/ Cedric Woo