“How can you be my refuge when we’re both full of refuse?” Abi Reimold asks on her masterful debut. And while the Philadelphia musician consistently illuminates her own flaws throughout the scathingly self-critical Wriggling, she’s definitely not full of shit. No, Reimold is the real deal, and Wriggling is the result of boundless creativity, passion and pain. She confronts imbalanced relationship dynamics, mental health, and a loss of control with the right amount of sourness and objectivity to beget healing. Reimold learns to move on by embracing the darkest parts of herself, even if it means combing over every feeling and memory with barbed wire
Abi Reimold: Songwriting, Vocals, Guitar, Kevin Paschall:Drums, Rob Devious:Keys on “sugar” Ian Amidon:
additional guitars, Nick Morrison:Bass
The Fat Angel Sings 