Mothers: When You Walk A Long Distance You Are Tired

We scorn fandoms; we feel strange about loving. But music is important. Music matters. And an album like Mothers’ When You Walk A Long Distance You Are Tired seems ready-made to rekindle the most unabashed adoration imaginable.

It’s also full of contradictions. It’s grand, yet small, like a pair of slippers sewn together from sheaths of the cosmos. It’s hurt, yet defiant, and when Kristine Leschper sings about hating her body on album opener ‘Too Small For Eyes’ she sounds like she’s starting a war, while the guitar part on ‘Copper Mines’ is all barbed wire and rusted, ancient machinery.

It is a record about the struggle one faces when they try to live a good life, a catalogue of the casual evils we commit every day, and the sins that have us wanting to “apologise to everyone we meet”. But more than that, When You Walk is an album for you. Though Leschper sings about specifics on the tremendous ‘Blood-Letting’, they are the specifics of your life, somehow, and the haunted figures that populate the album are people you know.