Bodymelt in the Garden of Death. Pretty good name for a record—pretty intense name for a record. There’s a reason for that intensity: The album is named after a string of words that popped into the head of the Baltimore-based, Atlanta-bred musician Austyn Wohlers while hugging her mother, who had recently suffered a medical crisis.

Though the record’s name might fool a few listeners into thinking they are about to get into some heavy metal, the music itself is actually ambient and environmental and reflects the mixture of hope and sorrow encoded in the moment alluded to above. Wohlers also plays in the band Tomato Flower and has another life as a writer, which makes sense—there is a narrative depth to the way the sounds unfold here.