(Photograph by Leigh Ann Josephine.) Kiera Mulhern’s Silt was an album I leaned on last year. It doesn’t make any obvious or insincere moves, and it remains generous without resolving or stabilizing. The first time I heard Silt, it felt like a hand was coming through the wall to grab my socks. The piece lasts thirty-two minutes, neither long nor short. There are roughly two elements—the human voice and the rest of it. Mulhern is a narrator without a story, here, reciting poetry, though not poems. Along with the voice you hear a clutch of musical sources: flute,
Kiera Mulhern
Kiera Mulhern
Kiera Mulhern
(Photograph by Leigh Ann Josephine.) Kiera Mulhern’s Silt was an album I leaned on last year. It doesn’t make any obvious or insincere moves, and it remains generous without resolving or stabilizing. The first time I heard Silt, it felt like a hand was coming through the wall to grab my socks. The piece lasts thirty-two minutes, neither long nor short. There are roughly two elements—the human voice and the rest of it. Mulhern is a narrator without a story, here, reciting poetry, though not poems. Along with the voice you hear a clutch of musical sources: flute,