Given it sneaks the LP's title within its own, it's no surprise "Fineshrine" holds a totemic quality within the record. Here, Megan James' album-long lyrical study of the bodily —of blood and bile and bones and skin— is never more vivid, never more overt.
"Get a little closer," James carols, with a sense of invitation; though just where she's beckoning you is both beautiful and beastly. "Cut open my sternum and pull/my little ribs around you," she sings, this solicitation an invitation for listeners to come nestle deep within her guts; within, effectively, the visceral world her words renders.
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