Sound: Joanna Newsom on Quaaludes. Also, the track's artwork warns: “This film contains scenes which are shocking. No one should be afraid though as most things in life are shocking and strange, and it is a good way to grow.” There's that; folk, piano pop
When thinking Irish temperament it tends to be in extremes. On the one hand there's the raucous, life-affirming, fun loving side. On the other is the melancholic, mournful, hard-luck side. And as a musician, Dubliner James Vincent McMorrow has covered both.
Cutting his teeth on hardcore punk, McMorrow credits Crosby, Stills and Nash for turning him folk. He now makes slow-moving, heartbreaking albums with faintly tragic guitar-picked melodies and high-pitched vocals (not unlike Bon Iver, actually). Meanwhile, his lyrical inspiration comes from the likes of John Steinbeck, F Scott Fitzgerald and Roald Dahl, writers Mc Morrow looks to for "the darker, less spoken-about aspects of life, solitude and disillusionment."
In terms of the good vs. the hard luck of the Irish, McMorrow's music may fall in the latter category. But we're all the luckier for it.
His new album will be available January 25 in the Canada/US, and March 7 in Europe. For now, you can get his self-titled EP from Faction Records.
Every period in your life has a soundtrack of sorts. This summer, The Tallest Man on Earth was on mine. I had a lot of time off--rich person amounts of time off--and more than a few afternoons were spent lying around listening to The Wild Hunt, and doing little else. I mean, after a hard day of volunteering, obviously. For, like, the kids in the wheelchairs... with the...illnesses. So sad.
So yeah, while I was totally about those wheelie kids, I also spent a lot of time enjoying Kristian Matsson's work. The intimate, deep-south inspired pop-folk album was perfect for lazy, sunny afternoons. Expecting a followup, I was excited for the new EP.
My enthusiasm waned for just a moment when I learned that the album is going by Sometimes the Blues are Just a Passing Bird because...well, dammit, that is a terrible title. It is an awkward mouthful and impossible to remember. It is a bad date title. Thankfully the album itself has a lot more grace and charm. Though it really can't be said to be a follow up album to The Wild Hunt. Matsson's trademark raw, Dylanesque vocals are as vulnerable and hopeful as ever, but there is definitely a darker, more caged feeling to Sometimes. While the last album was deep, it was also upbeat, uplifting. This time around there are nopick-me-ups. To be honest, despite its beauty I was glad it clocked in at just 17 and a half minutes and five songs. With lyrics like: “I said oh my Lord, why am I not strong? Like a branch that keeps, hangmen hanging on, like a branch that will take me home” it's some emotionally dense stuff and some days that's all you can take. Admirably, it manages to never cross the line to dreary, but there is definitely something more wistful, more brooding, and more wounded this time around.
This isn't a warm summer album. This is one is colder for the winter months and darker days. Seems appropriate enough and I'll be listening to it.
After I do my work for the sick kids in the skichairs, of course.
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