Lein’s 2022 album “Home Sick” and its accompanying lyrics zine are evocative, mysterious, morose. A little bit foggy and a little bit romantic. The zine is lovingly hand-collaged and fragments of typewritten lyrics are arranged over eerie antique photographs of foxglove flowers, deer, and seances. It’s a dreary, dreamy zine, the perfect visual encapsulation of their sound. The jagged edges of the hand-cut prose mirrors the layered drone of their music, all slightly out of tune or skewed a jar the way an antique photo is blurred slightly with time, like an artifact.