#003: Baths - Eden

I am what he'll be drinking
I'm a spring cupped to his lips
Slip into my ellipsis

Will Wiesenfield makes music that sounds like bodily fluids. As a prude, I should hate that, but Baths is, and always has been, a thing of sensual beauty. Over the course of three albums, Wiesenfield has merged melody and rhythm to create a body of pulsing, sinuous music, some euphoric, some dark, but all demonstrating a kind of understated ecstasy. Baths makes love songs that aren't mawkish, sexual songs that aren't crude, dance music for bedrooms, bedroom music for the dancefloor.

On his latest album, Gut, Wiesenfield goes for the body. There are lips, tits, knees and sweat, all swirling around his busy, skittering, watery percussion, and sparkling, endlessly pretty high ends. These trademarks are particularly evident on Eden, where they burble and dance around each other, inviting you to move your body or wave your arms, while leaning in closely, eyes shut, trying to hear where the two join or divert. The repeated line "I am what he'll be drinking / I'm a spring cupped to his lips" is key here. It's horny, it's tender. Like a relationship, like love and the sticky bits that come with it, the joy is in the union.