Sunday 29 December 2013

Miscellaneous Lists 2013

Reading List
Wolf Hall – Hilary Mantel
Kitchen / Moonlight Shadow – Banana Yoshimoto
Cloud Atlas – David Mitchell
Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland / Through the Looking Glass – Lewis Carroll
The Red Book – Carl Jung
Nausea – Jean Paul Satre
Being + Nothingness – Jean Paul Satre
Mrs Dalloway – Virginia Woolfe
Wind-up Bird Chronicle – Haruki Murakami
As Consciousness is Harnessed into Flesh: Diaries 1964 – 1980 – Susan Sontag
Nietzsche – The Genealogy of Morals

Favourite (Music) Articles/Interviews of the Year


“While most pop singers bounce from one marketable persona to another, Monáe stands her ground in this Afrofuturist vision she’s been creating for about a decade. Other pop artists are tourists; she’s building a city.”


Loud and Quiet interview with Poliça’s Channy Leaneagh,

“I feel like you can’t make the right creative decision because it gets picked apart so much, and then you’re like, ‘oh shoot, I just totally ruined the path of this record, and I didn’t mean for it to make a statement’. It’s like when people ask me why I named my daughter Pelegia. Well, I had tons of reasons, but if I explained them now they’d sound stupid. She was just Pelegia, that was her name.”


Fractured Air interview of Julia Holter by actor Cillian Murphy.


Dummy Mag. Laurel Halo.


One of the most on-point assessments of Yeezus I’ve read all year.


Bee in the bonnet – on females and the music industry,

 “In the case of Grimes, Boucher's great trespass was mutability. It implied that Visions was not art, but just a parcel to her extended play of dress-up. Through her videos and stage wear, she flirted with Gothic Lolita, manga-fied superheroine, neon-clad Sea Punk. Regardless of what that tells us about Boucher, it reads as immaturity, typical teenage-girl phases rather than a rapid artistic evolution. She doesn't really know who she is; she's merely flitting through whatever strikes her fancy. She is not serious about music. Her playful experimentation was written off as "human meme" (Stereogum) and, most derisively, "a human Pinterest board" (the Onion A.V. Club) for adopting ideas as they inspired her. Perhaps if she stopped dyeing her hair and ditched the MPC for an acoustic and some Bon Iver–grade earnestness, she could be taken seriously.”


Another great piece from Dummy Mag.


Then you have articles like this which are well meaning but equally problematic.

Film
Stories We Tell
52 Tuesdays
Cloud Atlas
What Maise Knew
Café de Flores
‘Before’ Series
Drive
Vicky Christina Barcelona

TV
Breaking Bad
Bomb Girls
Orphan Black
Top of the Lake
Orange is the New Black
Parks and Recreation
Rookie Blue
Luther
My Mad Fat Diary


Saturday 21 December 2013

An Ode To: 2013 Songs + Mix

SONGS  |  2013

Your Drums, Your Love – AlunaGeorge
Fågelsången - jj
Retrogade - James Blake
Q.U.E.E.N. - Janelle Monáe, feat. Erykah Badu
Electric Lady - Janelle Monáe, feat. Solange
Water Me - FKA Twigs
Tiff – Polica
Dropola – Youth Lagoon
Bizarre – Perera Elsewhere
Serendip – Laurel Halo
Counting / Play by Play / World War – Autre Ne Veut
Nova 88 – Circuit Des Yeux
Vital – Grouper
Dream the Dare / Pendulum  – Pure Bathing Culture
Raging Lung – The Knife
Song for Zula – Phosphorescent
(Everything from True Romance?) But Nuclear SeasonsStayAway – Charli XCX
Say That – Toro y Moi
Attracting Flies – AlunaGeorge (Andrea Bootleg Edit) / Original Version
White Noise – Disclosure (ft. AlunaGeorge)
Don’t Save Me – Haim
Recover   CHVRCHES
Grammy  Purity Ring 
Step – Vampire Weekend
The Harbinger / One half – Julianna Barwick
Wings – HAERTS
Get Lucky – Daughter (Daft Punk Remix)
Elsa Palma – CTM
Winter Road – Bill Callahan
Triplebrie / Heartshape / New Friends – Swimming
Wakin on a Pretty Day – Kurt Vile
Drove Me Wild / Closer – Tegan and Sara




Baby, I’ve got it all down from here


1. DIANA – Perpetual Surrender
2.  SZA – AFTERMATH (PROD. WNDRBRD)
3.  Jai Paul – Flip Out
4.  Rainbow Chan – Skinny Dipping
5.  Okkervil River – Pink Slips
6.  Swimming – Triplebrie
7.  Ms Mr – Hurricane (CHVRCHES Remix)
8.  Janelle Monáe (feat. Erykah Badu) - Q.U.E.E.N.
9.  Julia Holter – Horns Surrounding Me
10. Julianna Barwick – One Half
11. Charli XCX – Forgiveness
12. Autre Ne Veut – World War
13. Kingdom (feat. Kelela) – Bank Head
14. Phosphorescent – Song for Zula
15. Bill Callahan – Small Plane
16. Courtney Barnett – Avant Gardener



Tuesday 10 December 2013

An Ode to: 2013 Albums (Full List)

An Ode to: 2013 Albums

The prevailing sentiment from 2013 in terms of album releases is: so much good music, not enough time to listen and appreciate it all. Here are a few select cuts -


Autre Ne Veut – Anxiety

At first the bombast and histrionics of Anxiety was a bit overwhelming, especially since so much is happening within the tracks themselves.  After maybe the fourth listen, all the parts not so much seemed to come together, but distilled in my brain – parts of the whole collected, and after professing ‘not to get it’, found myself waking up with ‘Ego Free Sex Free’ stuck in my head on repeat, with its jarring synths and perplexing narrative (Ego Free Sex Free?).

Much has been made of the persona of Autre Ne Veut - the preoccupation with the man behind the alter-ego, Arthur Ashin and his training as a Clinical Psychologist; the Prince comparisons; the Whitney Houston nod. My own preconceptions were overturned by ‘Counting’ – a song seemingly about fearing the loss a lover – which is revealed by Ashin to be written after calling his sick grandmother and fear of her death (‘I’m counting on the idea that you’ll stay / I’m counting on the idea that you’ll stay alive’). On the back-half of Anxiety, ‘Gonna Die’ and ‘World War’ are compelling enough dig deeper into the guise. Those tracks subvert the R&B tropes revealing self-depreciation and existential despair.  Beyond the parallel and intersecting narratives, Anxiety at the end of the day is catchy, sonically dense and intriguing album.


Laurel Halo – Chance of Rain

Laurel Halo’s Chance of Rain is an intimidating listen. It’s like an assault on your awareness and perception of sounds. Whereas Quarantine was very much a studio album, meticulously written and then adapted for live shows, Chance of Rain takes the converse approach, with sequences born directly from live performance, and then captured and reconfigured into individual tracks and arranged as the album. In that way, the album feels ephemeral; just as quick as thuds, reverberations, and off-kilter beats are thrown into the digital soundscape, their distorted echoes rebound and ricochet into the ether where different sounds are born anew.


SZA – S (EP)

SZA is my latest obsession. Her own self-described sound is a “clusterfuck of my upbringing and life. Maybe like a Bar Mitzvah mixtape.” She goes on to explain that her conservative childhood (raised as an Orthodox Sunni Muslim) and a significant amount of time spent alone, isolated from ‘regular culture’ forced her hand in creativity. There’s an amazing little anecdote from this interview relating her childhood influences music-wise, and how she expanded her strictly regulated musical diet of her father's -

'The only thing he would let me listen to is what he would listen to; Coltrane, Miles Davis, Brazilian Jazz, Afro-Cuban jazz, that stuff. Eventually my first introduction to contemporary stuff was when my sister would be around and she listened to Cash Money and Wu-Tang Clan…. And once when I was at gymnastics camp, I found this iPod in the bathroom and I took it home with me, which is weird because I’m totally not a thief, but I snatched it and took it with me. On that iPod was the craziest stuff ever. There was like Bjork and Common and Jay-Z, and I would listen to it sometimes but I didn’t have a charger and it was broken so I couldn’t shuffle—I just had to let it play. All types of things were on it and that was like my little window to the outside, but I didn’t have it long enough to learn the words to any of these songs and really get into them, but I would pick it up myself. Just picking that up and going home and listening to the best of Ella Fitzgerald it took its own turn at this point.’

It feels strange having to put music into a context like this, and I think certainly in many cases, music can exist on its own merits as it is. But when I discover music I really enjoy and connect to, it compels me to find more about the artist/persona behind the music. There’s uniqueness to the worldview of SZA’s music that can never be quantified by a specific collection of influences, and perhaps that is part of the thrill of creating these sorts of artist narratives – to fill in those gaps.     

Certainly, there is an amazing intuitive sense in terms of sampling and mood; on ‘THE ODYSSEY’, the track begins with an excerpt taken from an Eartha Kitt interview on love and compromise (fabulously sourced and transcribed here):

'A man comes into my life and you have to compromise? For what? For what? (pause, demanding) For what? A relationship is a relationship that has to be earned! Not to compromise for. (pause) And I love relationships I think they're fantastically wonderful I think they're great. I think there's nothing in the world more beautiful than falling in love. (pause)  But falling in love for the right reasons, falling in love for the right purpose. Falling in love. Falling in love! When you fall in love…what is there to compromise about?'

It works well in the context of SZA’s music which seems to exist in the duality of being both repulsed and suspiciously enchanted(?) by romantic love. ‘TERROR DOME’ again nails the sampling, which takes from Polanski’s disturbing psychological horror film, Rosemary’s Baby (1968) -

'ROSEMARY: I know that sounds crazy. You’re probably thinking, “My God, this poor girl has really flipped,” But I haven’t flipped Dr-Dr.Hill. I swear, By all the saints I haven’t. There are plots against people, aren’t there?
DR.HILL: Yes, I suppose there are.'

The introduction merges perfectly with the rest of the single’s tone and themes (‘Picture yourself in a padded room, welcome to my terror dome’) and is revisited again in KISMET (Outro) -

‘ROSEMARY: What time did I go to sleep?
HER HUSBAND: You didn't go to sleep. You passed out. From now on you get cocktails or wine, not cocktails and wine, huh?
ROSEMARY: The dreams I had.
HUSBAND: Don't yell. I already filed them down.
I didn't want to miss baby night.
- A couple of nails were ragged. - 
ROSEMARY: While I was out?
HUSBAND: It was fun, in a necrophile sort of way.
ROSEMARY: I dreamed someone was...raping me.
- I don't know, someone inhuman.’

There is a very specific kind of melancholy and darkness which pervades S, which was also present in last year’s See.SZA.Run but seems to have stepped up a nothc. I cannot wait to see where she goes for her follow-up EPs Z and A, and delve further into SZA's extraordinary world.      


Austra – Olympia

Much like its predecessor, 2011’s Feel it Break, this one is a bit of a grower in the sense that the songs have their way of slowly finding a path into your consciousness. On Feel it Break, obvious album highlights such as ‘Lose It’ and ‘Darken Her Horse’ gave way to mid-album gems like ‘The Choke’ and ‘Shoot the Water’ with repeated listens. On Olympia, the sound is a lot cleaner and polished, and in some ways it feels more like the effort of a band rather than an experiment of Katie + synths. The opening trio of ‘What We Done’, ‘Forgive Me’ and ‘Painful Like’ are exquisite synth-pop, and I may have listened to those tracks exclusively for a couple of months before the rest of the album opened up to me (which probably says more about listening habits then the album itself). The Lightman sisters seem to have a greater presence this time around (c.f. tracks like 'We Become'), having toured with the three-piece band, and overall Olympia adds to the sonic palette of Austra, without veering too far from the formula which made Feel it Break a great album. 


Okkervil River – The Silver Gymnasium

Such a delightful return to form for Indie-Folk band Okkervil River in their seventh album, The Silver Gymnasium. This time around, songwriter Will Sheff’s preoccupation is with his childhood memories from the town where he grew up - Meriden, New Hampshire.
One of the strengths of Okkervil River’s music is the relationship their songs form with the listener (or the listener forms with the songs?). It’s like Sheff writes them so, to be consumed, to be picked apart, to comfort; he is, above all, a storyteller. ‘Tell me I'm always gonna be your best friend / Now you said it one time, why don't you say it again? / All the way down the line to where the telephone ends / come on and shout it on down the wire’ he pleads on ‘Down Down the Deep River’, knowing that while pledges of being ‘friends forever’ may be full of sincerity when made in high school, the sentiment is hopeful idealism at best. Anyone who has lived past high school knows this keenly – the passage of making and losing friends in one’s lifetime, but in the context of leaving your hometown with a 300-odd population, such concerns become very real. I love the line ‘Tell me about the greatest show or the greatest movie you know / or the greatest song that you taped from off the radio’, because isn’t always music and movies that connect us so strongly in our formative years, where so much of teenaged identity is hinged on? And I love that friendship, not romantic love, forms the heart of The Silver Gymnasium.

Each track in the album is so strong – from the rollicking bar jam ‘Pink Slips’ and its devastating final verse, to the sparse build of ‘Lido Pier Suicide Car’, to the rousing ‘All the time, Every Day’ - the every-person’s anti-apathy anthem, with Sheff posing a series of rhetorical failings to the listener (‘Do you fall so short of all that's in your heart / when your friends, that you should pull up /you instead pick apart? / Do you watch the world get cold, and crushed, and small? / And when you could do so much, do you do fuck-all?’) with the emphatic answer, ‘All the time! Every day, every day. All the time, all the time, every day, every day’ before affirming with the final lyric switch, ‘Don't be ashamed; I'm the same. Yeah, I'm that way. But I try, every day and all the time.’ Will Sheff is here for you. He gets it.


Julia Holter – Loud City Song

Like Ektasis, this seems to be the kind of album which gets more immersive and rewarding with repeated listens. The whole of Loud City Song pans out like acts in a play, perhaps not surprising given that it was inspired by Colette's 1944 novella Gigi, and the 1958 musical film of the same name. Holter has a knack for bringing together abstractions of a theme and running with it, with the Parisian high society translating perfectly into Holter’s approximations of her hometown of L.A. The trifecta of ‘Horns Surrounding Me / In the Green Wild / Hello Stranger’ is an album highlight, with the immediacy of ‘Horns’, the playfulness of ‘In the Green Wild’ and the sublime Barbara Lewis cover in which Holter completely makes her own.
Check out her brilliant performance on KEXP –


Julianna Barwick – Nepethene

Probably my favourite album of the year. A place I have never been, but have always known.


Charli XCX – True Romance

I’ve spoken about this elsewhere, so all I will say here is that I’m really surprised with the longevity of this album and how many months of the year it has been stuck on repeat. Even listening to True Romance now, it feels fresh, despite the long life span of some tracks which have been floating around the internet for a while.


Overdue  - Circuit des Yeux

So deliciously dark. The drone and distortion of ‘Nova 88’ is reminiscent of Grouper, with haunting Zola Jesus-esque howls, but in many ways, the output from Haley Fohr stands alone with its own distinct identity.

You can stream Side A from bandcamp, and purchase the whole thing if you like for whatever amount you think it is worth, nominal or otherwise. Certainly after reading this wholly fabulous interview with Tiny Mix Tapes, I felt more than compelled to buy --


Also see:

Janelle Monáe - Electric Lady
The Drones – I See Seaweed
James Blake – Overgrown
Bill Callahan – Dream River
Diana - Perpetual Surrender
Swimming – Yes, Tonight
Pure Bathing Culture – Moon Tides
Chance the Rapper – Acid Rap
Tegan and Sara – Heartthrob
The Knife – Shaking the Habitual
Perera Elsewhere - Everlast
Jai Paul – Everlasting (Demos)
Vampire Weekend – Modern Vampires of the City
Phosphorescent – Muchacho
Beyoncé - BEYONCÉ

Favourite Mixes

Julia Holter for Dazed Digital, NTS Summer Season: “People Dreaming in Church”

Arca - &&&&&

September – GvB

February – GvB

After Dark 2 - Various (Johnny Jewel's Italian's Do it Better compilation)

Tuesday 3 December 2013

Mix: You Strike Me as A Smart Kid





1) Yeasayer - Ambling Amp
2) Thao and The Get Down Stay Down - Bag of Hammers
3) Washington - Rich Kids
4) Phoenix - 1901
5) High Places - Jump In
6) Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros - Home
7) The Dodos - Walking
8) Thao and The Get Down Stay Down - Know Better, Learn Faster
9) Grouper - Heavy Water/I'd Rather Be Sleeping
10) Broken Social Scene - Anthems of a Seventeen Year Old Girl
11) Stars - Fixed
12) Tujiko Nuriko - White Film
13) Thao and The Get Down Stay Down - Body
14) Asobi Seku - I'm Happy But You Don't Love Me
15) The Ettes - Take it With You
16) Robert Wyatt - Just as you are
17) Susanna & The Magnetic Orchestra - Believer
18) Asobi Seku - Nefi + Girly

"Remember: What a world we live in. I want to be incredibly close to the heart of it all. To live honestly, truthfully and to be completely present is the ultimate enterprise. 

And right now, I couldn't possibly ask for anything more. I am a very lucky girl"

- Alittlelamb



Friday 15 November 2013

Mix: Interlocker




1. Disclosure ft. Sam Smith - Latch
2. Young Aundee - Aimless
3. HAERTS - Wings
4. Pure Bathing Culture - Dream the Dare
5. jj - Fågelsången
6. Blue Hawaii - Blue Gowns
7. Postiljonen - How Will I Know/All That We Had is Lost
8. Elite Gymnastics - h e r e,   i n  h e a v en  2
9. FKA Twigs - Water Me
10. Mazzy Star - Blue Light
11. Solange - Lovers in a Parking Lot
12. Angus and Julia Stone - Santa Monica Dream
13. Elite Gymnastics - omamori
14. Vampire Weekend - Step
15. Panda Bear - Last Night at the Jetty

An Ode To: 'Hospice', The Antlers




Hospice n. a home providing care for the sick or terminally ill

***
I don’t know when I’ll be okay to write about this properly.

---------

You said you hated my tone / It made you feel so alone …
But something kept me by that hospital bed / I should have quit / but instead I took care of you
You made me sleep and uneven / I should have believed it /When they said there was no saving you


*********

Trauma and wounds occupies a space where guilt, hopelessness, duty, mortality, (hope) and regret collide.

***

Let me do my job, let me do my job!

Sylvia, get your head out of the oven. Go back to screaming and cursing, remind me again how everyone betrayed you. Sylvia, get your head out of the covers. Let me take your temperature, you can throw the thermometer right back at me, if that’s what you want to do, okay?”

***

It can mean many things.

File under: death, dying, abuse, suicide, destruction, vacancy, obligation, martyrdom, healing

***

OR, LETTING PEOPLE IN

***

“Before diving into this, I think some background would be useful. When she was younger, she had nightmares. She had scissor-pain and phantom limbs, and things that kept her nervous through that twelve-year interim. When she fell crossing that street (south of Houston, old Manhattan-land), those nightmares fell from building tops and took her by the hand.

She was brought into those rooms with sliding curtains and shining children’s heads. One of them, that boy, was not as lucky as she then. (Years later, he would return to her at night, just when she thought she might have fallen asleep. As she would later describe to me, his face would be up against hers, and she’d be too terrified to speak.)

Now, I won’t pretend I understand, because I can’t, and know I never will. But something makes her sting, and something makes her want to kill. It made her crawl under that house, and stick her head under the stove… well, my point in all of this is that it’s all connected in these complicated nightmares that we wove.”

- Liner notes, Hospice

***

What if I just wanted to create an impression? What if I was just being sincere?

***

Tracing moments from [here] to [there], I can’t remember a time when it weighed more. But it was all necessary. To cut those ties.

Co-dependency and emotional exactitude. I was a shell of a person. I was perfect.

*****

“Someone, oh anyone, Tell me how to stop this. She’s screaming, expiring, and I’m her only witness. I’m freezing, infected, and rigid in that room inside her. No one’s gonna come as long as I lay still in that bed beside her.”

CHILDREN BECOME PARENTS BECOME CHILDREN

***


We Grow Accustomed to the Dark






Wednesday 6 November 2013

An Ode to: 'The Crane Wife', The Decemberists (2006)


 
(Photo: Atef Safadi)
“Without music I should wish to die. Even poetry, Sweet Patron Muse forgive me the words, is not what music is.”

-          Edna St Vincent Millay

In which I pay tribute to bands/artists/albums that have had a significant impact in my life.

Meaning is ubiquitous (at least in the human world), and the meaning we ascribe to music is strongly connected to the events, thoughts and emotions at the time of listening, remembering, and re-listening. Often I’ll hear a tune I’ve not heard in some time, and remember with acute detail what it was I was doing or feeling in a past moment/a collection of moments. Sometimes the recall will favour singular events or milestones, while at other times it will just be an impression, a brushstroke. Sure enough, neuroscientists have studied the connection between the brain and music, with evidence suggesting a link between and the release of the feel-good neurotransmitter dopamine (generally), and in the anticipation of key musical moments. Almost a century prior, Proust waxed eloquence about the power of memory and music in his seven-volume opus, ‘In Search of Lost Time’, which I shall leave here in its entirety for your reading pleasure -

“The year before, at a soirée, he had heard a piece of music performed on the piano and violin. At first, he had experienced only the physical quality of the sounds secreted by the instruments. And it had been a keen pleasure when, below the little line of violin, slender, unyielding, compact and commanding, he had seen the mass of the piano part all at once struggling to rise in a liquid swell, multiform, undivided, smooth and colliding like the purple tumult of the waves when the moonlight charms them and lowers their pitch by half a tone. But at a certain moment, without being able to distinguish an outline clearly, or give a name to what was pleasing him, suddenly charmed, he had tried to gather up and hold on to the phrase or harmony - he himself did not know which - that was passing by him and that had opened his soul so much wider, the way smells of certain roses circulating in the damp evening air have the property of dilating our nostrils. Maybe it was because of his ignorance of music that he had been capable of receiving so confused an impression that is, however, perhaps the only one which is purely musical, immaterial, entirely original, irreducible to any other order of impression. An impression of this kind, is for an instant, so to speak, sine materia. No doubt the notes we hear then tend already, depending on their loudness and their quantity, to spread out before our eyes over surfaces of varying dimensions, to trace arabesques, to give us sensations of breadth, tenuousness, stability, whimsy. But the notes vanish before these sensations are sufficiently formed in us not to be submerged by those already excited by the succeeding or even simultaneous notes. And this impression would continue to envelop with its liquidity and its "mellowness" the motifs that at times emerge from it, barely discernible, immediately to dive under and disappear, known only by the particular pleasure they give, impossible to describe, recall, name, ineffable - if memory, like a labourer working to put down lasting foundations in the midst of waves, by fabricating for us facsimiles of these fleeting phrases, did not allow us to compare them to those that follow them and to differentiate them. And so, scarcely had the delicious sensation which Swann had felt die away than his memory at once furnished him with a transcription that was summary and temporary but at which he could glance while the piece continued, so that, already, when the same impression suddenly returned, it was no longer impossible to grasp. He could picture to himself its extent, its symmetrical groupings, its notation, its expressive value; he had before him this thing which is no longer pure music, which is drawing, architecture, thought, and which allows us to recall the music. This time he had clearly distinguished one phrase rising for a few moments above the waves of sound. It had immediately proposed to him particular sensual pleasures which he had never imagined before hearing it, which he felt he could be introduced to him by nothing else, and he had experienced for it something like an unfamiliar love.”

Really, this exercise is just an excuse to bottle these feelings in relation to the music of my formative years, because for some reason I’m always afraid of them losing their relevance.

+++

The first in this feature is ‘The Crane Wife’, the 5th full length album by Indie-Folk band The Decemberists. The album is bookended by two story cycles – the titular ‘Crane Wife’ based on a Japanese folk tale and Shakespeare’s ‘The Tempest’.

Opening with ‘The Crane Wife 3’, the narrator’s lament sets up the album’s themes of loss, exploitation and regret. For the uninitiated, the Decemberists’ version of the ‘Crane Wife’ folk tale sees a poor man struggling through a cold winter, who happens upon a bloodied crane on his doorstep. The man takes the crane in and tends to its wounds, and the crane flies away upon being healed. Later, a woman appears at the man’s doorstep and the two fall in love and marry. Still desperately poor, the wife offers to weave silk cloths to make a living, on the condition that the man never watches her weave in her loom room. As they gain more money, greed takes hold and the man demands that the wife weaves more and more only to realise – too late – that his wife/the crane had been using feathers from her own skin as thread. When the Crane Wife sees the man spying on her, and thus breaking his promise, she flies away, leaving the man desolate, broken and remorseful.  

The ninth track of the album, ‘The Crane Wife 1 & 2’ returns to the tale, and as the song title suggests, re-tells the story from the beginning. The effect of which provides a certain circularity to the album, moving seamlessly from open lament (“And I will hang my head / hang my head / hang my head low”), hope (“All the stars were crashing ‘round / as I laid eyes on what I found”) and retrospective guilt (“All I ever meant / to do / was to keep you”). The intervening songs do not quite match the heights of the ‘Crane Wife’ narrative, musically or otherwise, including the ambitious 12 minute prog-rock influenced track, ‘The Island: Come and See / The Landlord’s Daughter / You’ll Not Feel the Drowning’, telling the chilling tale of rape and murder in a way arguably only Colin Meloy could ("I spied in sable / The landlord's daughter / Produced my pistol, then my saber / To make no whistle, or thou will be murdered!").

Traditionally, I’ve glossed over the other tracks, and although the backdrop of war in songs such as ‘Yankee Bayonet’ and ‘When the War Came’ do provide a cohesive whole to the themes of loss and love, they’ve always fell flat for me. An exception is album closer, ‘Sons & Daughters’ with the swell of “Hear all the bombs fade away” recalling the cathartic kind of hope perhaps only possible following the kinds of horrors and atrocities explored on the album.      

 

Mix: Exit by the Lake II

(Source)
An in-transit mix


1. Peaches - Boys Wanna Be Her
2. The Runaways - Cherry Bomb
3. Sleigh Bells -  End of the Line
4. Atlas Sound - Quick Canal
5. Beach House - The Hours
6. Mr Bungle - Pink Cigarette
7. Lana del Ray - Summertime Sadness
8. Spoon - Everything Hits at Once
9. The National - Conversation 16
10. Sufjan Stevens - They are Night Zombies!!! 
     They are Neighbors !! They have Come Back From the Dead!!! Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!
11. Iron and Wine - Resurrection Fern
12. The Tallest Man on Earth - 1904
13. Thao and Mirah - Little Cup
14. James Blake - Measurements
15. The Decemberists - Crane Wife 3
16. The Decemberists - Crane Wife 1 & 2