Well, I was able to finally pry myself away from Face Control. So much fun, such a good album… But then I ran into a new problem today, I’ve got some major ADD, I’m listening to three albums, loving them, and they couldn’t be more different from each other.
One of them is the web audio recording of M. Ward’s Hold Time, another is Destroyer’s Streethawk: A Seduction, both of which are beautiful recordings and I’ll discuss more on those in different posts. The third is something completely not in my wheelhouse, yet (maybe’s it’s Alexei’s magic box that pulled me over to the electronic world a bit more) Fever Ray’s self-titled album is mesmerizing me.
This is some spacey, ambient, psychedelic, hypnotic beauty pouring it’s way into my ears (via my new Shure SE113s, dear god, how did I listen to music before I got these???) from The Knife’s Karin Dreijer. Occasionally verging on downright creepy, with Karin’s vocal slicing (sorry for the knife pun) through the mist and steam. When it loaded up, I thought I’d be moving on with the first few seconds, but it started to sink in, and I can’t really explain why. Some parts of it are familiar, like maybe something Laurie Anderson would do if backed by some modern ambient synthy prog band or something. But then the other parts are unfamiliar to me, like a bit of discovery, late at night, with civilization a million miles away….
When I grow up
I want to be a forester
run through the moss on high heels
that’s what I’ll do
throwing out a boomerang
waiting for it to come back to me…