Chicago Reader – Spot Check
January 28, 2000 – Monica Kendrick

Two years ago in this column, I wrote that I liked singer-songwriter mark federighi’s tape a lot, and predicted that he might work best band-free forever, a solitary voice in his own wuthering wilderness (which borders on Bill Callahan’s). Fortunately, I was wrong: gaberdine, the self-released debut EP by Federighi’s band of the same name, is a desolate gem, with keyboards, cello, and drums underlining his dour groans and the long list of instruments he plays himself. Sometimes more cooks make a good bitter flavor even better.