Mutamassik has written about the circumstances that existed during the making of her latest album.  She tells it straight and comes proper, no pussy-footing around decorated with sugar and other additives.

The making of ‘That which death cannot destroy’, a studio tour into stabbing strings, thundering drums, howling conviction.  Going from a predominantly raw urban experience (see: childbirth on Medicaid in Brooklyn, many etcs.) to a raw, rough, rugged rural experience has taught me many things.

Let me give props where props are due:  A decade plus+ in the streets of New York City and Cairo cut my teeth; half that time in Nature, however, has kicked my ass.  Not just once, but continuously.  This has been a boot camp.  If inner city life made me hard, Nature made me harder.

During the making of my latest record, I was mostly wearing a parka, long johns, 2 pairs of socks…