Bringing the recording studio to the bedroom is the tenet to stalwarts of the lo-fi movement. Usually this maneuver is out of necessity; only subsequently does the resourcefulness of bedroom 4-track recording become an aesthetic embraced as tantamount to the warmth and honesty only such intimacy can provide. So what happens when the studio is available, anytime, yet the artist discovers that the cozy asylum of a bedroom sound simply cannot be sacrificed?
