'Swamp' by FITH, the limited edition release with specially commissioned, textured artwork by Tom Cazin + 'Zephyrian Spools', a new book by Dalia Neis, co-founder of WANDA & frontwoman / lyricist of FITH.

Praise for 'Swamp':

'One of the best records we’ve encountered all year' The Ransom Note

'Dice Miller is a commanding presence under the spotlight of ‘Swamp’, channelling the clipped post-punk enunciation of Anne Clarke or Angela Conway in crisply dreamy style over efficiently psychedelic, minimal production by Enir Da, landing somewhere between Tolouse Low Trax/Toresch/Decha, the ‘Decoder’ soundtrack, and Dome.' Boomkat

'Inspired by Lucrecia Martel’s 2001 film La Ciénaga (“The Swamp”), the album is built around voice and language, an eerie part-spoken-part-sung oration of uncanny events accompanied by rich, psychedelic instrumentation. The opener, “Forest,” in introduced in veil-like ambient textures before surrendering to a gothic, percussion-driven and intensely-delivered poetic vision. Particularly - dare we say hauntingly - evocative is “l'au delà”, a foreboding, sombre waltz unfolding like a late 20th-century Daphne du Maurier mystery.' Commend NYC

'This is what the songs on Swamp do. Get locked in the groove and get under your skin. Once they are there, you have no escape, as their songs are filled with glorious, and punishing, melodies...this is Fith’s most cohesive and enjoyable release to date...they have that special ability to make the music dark and brooding, but with a subtle hint of euphoria just bubbling under the surface' 8 / 10 - God Is In The TV Zine

More Info on 'Zephyrian Spools':

"This extraordinary work will transform how you see the element in which we live, which surrounds us, and enters us – as agency, as magical entity, as mode of transport to other dimensions; the ‘eternal, axiomatic, cosmic wind.’ Zephyrian Spools is a wind-vision: part poem, part novel, part feminist Bildungsroman, part virtual film-script, part essay, tracing a young filmmaker called Lydia’s obsession with the haunting cinematic dream of filming the wind. Her quest leads her to the enigmatic and sensual scholar-mystic Dr Lizzie Zephyrah with whom she undergoes a species of apprenticeship: ‘we are making a film. It just doesn’t involve a camera.’ This beguiling, unclassifiable text re-humanises our new materialism and fashions a lens for yet further, far-seeing enquiry: ‘realising you are wind filming wind.’ " Scott Thurston