microphones in the trees: mount eerie
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Showing posts with label mount eerie. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 08, 2009

mount eerie

"What if the sound of wind through trees could be translated into human words? What is it saying?

For WIND’S POEM by Mount Eerie, Phil Elverum spent almost two years out behind the house, at the edge of the woods, listening into the night and finding these words. Songs of impermanence, dark change, destruction, temporary blossoming, mortality, and an immense river of air tearing through the world make up the 3rd official album by Mount Eerie.

A hundred kinds of distortion, oceans of synth, and clouds of bass are the elements these twelve songs are built from, with moments of clarity occasionally revealing soft harmonies (featuring Nick Krgovich from Vancouver’s NO KIDS) reverently attempting to describe a dark mystery. The album holds a large debt to the music and world of David Lynch’s Twin Peaks, as well as to some of the more innovative artists on the edges of ambient, colossal Black Metal. Like these influences, WIND’S POEM also drifts back and forth between a “dream world”, where the wind screams about fleeting existence, and reality, standing on the street, wide awake, looking at the hills outside town, remembering.

The album is well built, resting on the stone-solid production of Mount Eerie’s only actual member, Phil Elverum, recorded at various locations around his hometown of Anacortes, Washington. In large walls of warm noise you can hear the wind, or is it flames?, or cymbals?, voice-like through the fog. And then all at once the clouds part and a song hangs in the air, soft and clear" forcefieldpr
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Saturday, January 28, 2006

mount eerie

Cada nuevo disco de Phil Evrum, como Mount Eeerie o como The Microphones, es motivo de alegría. Resumen imperfecto de todas sus virtudes, No Flashlight conquista desde la portada, suena nostálgico y divertido, enamorado de los bosques y los duendes que lo habitan, de dos lagos, el ying y el yang, que no existen, de las percusiones orgánicas, de los arreglos monocordes. Letras conmovedoras y precisas, sonidos crudos y fríos que en su voz cálida parecen tan dulces como nanas, tan bien cantadas. Phil Evrum nos pide que tengamos paciencia y que nos escondamos en su pequeño refugio para hacerle compañía, una cueva, el mundo en realidad.