Warm Steps can pull off the delicate trick of balancing texture and melody with understated confidence.
– BBC Introducing
Wornsteps exists in the in-between, where daylight fades into shadow and memories slip into dreams. In a quiet bedroom, lit by the dim glow of a laptop, songs form from fragments: a handful of instruments, a scattering of pedals, and the hush of isolation.
The sound blends dream pop and shoegaze into a haze of washed-out guitars, ghostly vocals, and textures that shift like light through fog. Inspired by the tidal swells of Slowdive, the blurred edges of My Bloody Valentine, and the raw intimacy of lo-fi recording, each track feels like a half-forgotten memory. Minimal means are stretched into vast spaces, where solitary moments become endless sonic horizons.
Wornsteps is not about chasing perfection but about bottling the unrepeatable, the shimmer of something fleeting, suspended in reverb, fading into the distance yet somehow still echoing within.