Like an artisan setting delicate watercraft adrift in obscure and densely misted marshlands, Cache guides fragile melodies into amorphous landscapes of quiet noise. Ambiguous drips and chattering, their sources just out of sight beyond the veil, are not exactly unfriendly but not exactly welcoming as gently melancholic tones shiver and glisten in the pale of early morning. Her attention to detail is meticulous and her compositions have a rich simplicity, constantly changing without ever breaking their spell (but for a few moments of sublime disconnect). The closest reference point I can think of would be the more ambient passages from Providence noisecrafter Mudboy, but this has a clarity and freshness of its own.
Cache, “Scientist (holy spider)”
Cache, “Honey or Nothing“
