I’m going to just ramble in text form as I listen to this, for the hell of it…
Filth and Squalor is dirty… electronic, very Radiohead circ. OK Computer. Rough, heavy, difficult.
Deny it All… sounds a bit more like it could be on Acts I-III. Rockin’, if that means anything. Apparently they recorded Red live. So much warmth, compared to the last track.
But There’s Wolves… some nice little organ. shredding, oh god. Little country influence? Similar to the last track, which kind of makes sense to me. Oh god, this just went back in time like 30 years. nice shredding, casey.
She’s always singing… heard this one before. It’s got ‘summer song’ all over it. I seriously feel like I’m at the beach right now. Some glockenspiel! Oh man, I really need to drive a convertible in the 70s to a drive-in while listening to yellow.
Things That Hide Away… of course the green song starts with an acoustic guitar. Obvious choice, but probably the right one. I would probably shout organic if people told me to throw some adjectives at this. Lyrics are contemplative. Compare: Fleet Foxes, Justin Vernen, Peter Broderick. I really like the subtle harmonies.
The Canopy… another green tune, a little livelier. Still super organic instrumentation. Kind of a I’m Wide Awake It’s Morning Bright Eyes thing going on. So folksy, obviously. This is definitely a few shades brighter green.
I don’t know how they are going to pull off the feel of these tunes live, so much variation.
Trapdoor… blue. More melancholy, of course. Really groovy. Ballad. This is great. I can’t really figure out why. Oh yeah, tons of soul in his voice. It’s not a blues song, but I’ll guess that one of the other tracks on that EP is.
What Time Taught Us… Airy opening. Oh god, this is sick. Some Crazy programming stuff going on. I AM UNDERWATER RIGHT NOW. now the pace picked up. I’m in love. It’s like listening to Swimming With Dolphins (google it) without all the bad. Mixed percussion, great melody, some synths bouncing around. This song is doing everything so damn well. Ah Indigo just went from “what color is that?” to top of the want list.
Lillian- Violet… oh man. epic, orchestral, but bare. Building, building. This could be in The Hunchback of Notre Dame and I wouldn’t flinch. That’s a compliment. This is epic. I want to sing it in a big church. The Dear Hunter should play this in a cathedral someday. It needs to happen. Casey is really showing off his pipes. Damn this is solid. Really just well put together.
Home- I was wondering what White would sound like… hmm. Bright. I want to call it Beatles-like but what does that mean? Uplifting, anyway. If black was the darkest, most cynical thing you could think of this does a good job of being the opposite.
Fall and Flee… much different than the last White tune. I don’t know how to describe this really, but it’s great. It’s lush. The texture this has going is fascinating. Just the right blend of electronic and acoustic percussion, lots of piano chords, lots of guitars. It’s a song about acceptance, I’m thinking. You’d think the white song would avoid too much color, but this is rich in it.
fronted by a man named Greg Dunn. I’d like to pretend that he, along with the other guys backing him up, have some sort of blood connection to me. It could be the modest attitude toward accomplishment that I idolize. Or just that their new “image” as a band is more or less “hey, we dress pretty well”. But that’s not what breaks through me and makes me feel completely understood when I listen to their records. That shit on the surface, while classy, is completely eclipsed by the quality of their work. Their music draws parallels to mind from a shocking variety of musical artists. I’ve had a friend call them something musically like Circa Survive, and there’s something in the vocals that manages to unite the incredible difference of a grit like 2009’s Jesse Lacey, with the occasional growling reminding me of Daisy, together with the soaring moments of Mew— albeit lower in register. Musically they evoke the sweeping landscapes of Sigur Ros and Explosions In The Sky, but with the direct honesty in lyricism you would expect from a singer-songwriter act. But strip all the comparisons and you honestly just have a rock band, they just happen to be a great one. This new record manages to take the paralyzingly ambitious notions that their previous LP (Pneuma) and EP (Foreword) make you wish for, and achieve them so well you’ll experience the kind of glowing feeling that made you fall in love with music in first place. Plus, it’s completely unapologetic about it. The members might come across as shy, but as Dunn sings on the final track Full Circle, raising your voice can’t hurt. As long as what you’re saying is something you believe down to the heart, and Moving Mountains have no problem sounding like they mean it. Not that the whole album is in your face about it’s own identity. Part of what makes this record so damned good is that it paces itself. It knows when to go a bit “balls-to-the-walls”, but it also knows when to back off and breathe a little. You become wrapped up in these changes and how effortless Mov Mou seems to make them. It does this most impressively, avoiding some of the monotony of the Post-Rock genre they may or may not be grouped in. To be fair, this is a far-cry from post-rock. The 9 minute jams found in Forword and Pneuma are gone completely. The surprising thing is the band doesn’t lose the weight their music carried, they just carry it with a little more precision this time around. The explosive staple of post-rock is certainly present, tremolo picking and all, but not only does it always come in an effortless and rich texture, but it feels fresh every time. Some of the best moments are when the climax of a song is just as intense and soaring as you were craving, but bring with them a jubilation and positivity you weren’t expecting. The glistening sounds of acceptance, denial, frustration, and hope all shine within these songs. Always with a careful pacing that reveals their maturity as musicians. I think the best compliment I can give this album is that amidst it’s density and atmosphere, every song, sound, and lyric, are telling different parts of the same story. It’s exciting, cohesive, and it’s absolutely human. Dunn’s voices is relentless in it’s truth, carrying lyrics which get dark at times, speaking of the death of a friend, of suicide. But this is in every sense a record about how hope can shine out of the darkness. Thankfully this journey was crafted with such great care. Describing the quality music is most difficult when it’s affecting you most, and in this case I’m in awe. Progressive guitar patterns, building song structures, motivating voices, rich atmosphere, delicately placed strings, and raw honesty create one of the best listening experiences I’ve had in a while. Give this band a shot, regardless of what you usually listen to. It’s 40 minutes you’ll be glad to have spent. This is why I love music.
The deep crevasses in the side of the cold concrete looked all the more peculiar, the desaturation of the day revealing the usually over-shadowed particulars of the stiff stronghold of civilization. A man stands without remorse. A mind full of pleasure at the thought of his fear dissipating with each new volley of wind-propelled atmosphere. The little fears, of a lost job or deadly snake, falling first. The turbulent pools at his feet absorbing them into a forgotten abyss. Blades of sharpened hair scratch scalp in frustration, seemingly an effort to silence his consciousness. The lost hopes, the lives touched, the finality of it all— inevitability. His death fell at last to the ground. The splash, rather unremarkable among an immensity of precipitation— made a fine ringing sound. It reached only the man’s own ears.
“You know how people always say ‘don’t hold your breath?’ Well, sometimes, I think you should hold your damn breath. It sounds malicious and masochistic, I know, but think about it…it takes repercussions to get what you truly want, and maybe some time with deprived lungs is worth it. It’s only after that deprivation that the gasp of air you finally take can be appreciated. And it feels fucking good. It feels like life hits you, and maybe for the first time it hits you hard.”—(via youarebeautiful)
I’m not going to say a lot about this because I haven’t totally wrapped my head around it yet, but I have to say, it’s a surreal feeling to see and hear people rejoicing in someone’s death. It’s happening all around me right now. Bin Laden is reportedly dead and many Americans are responding with…