June 21, 2016 - Supermoon
by Michael Dwyer | Jun 21st, 2016 12:20:PM EST
Fear them for they are gods. Like unapproachable winds or strong oceans they accommodate in a component poser of “Atomic Number”, weaving and overlapping lines in some visionary declaration about sparks and chemistry and black and other things that challenge a sparse squabbles of labels, managers and beast egos.
Seriously. Even on paper, a sum of these tools could make any harmony-loving heart melt, yet their 3 variously weighted voices fuse in a toll cathedral of Tucker Martine’s prolongation with seamless beauty and empathy.
Sure, they move their possess peccadilloes to a wealthy orchestral party. It’s k.d. lang’s smoked sugar croon, naturally, that nudges “Honey and Smoke” into a ether. Her jazz clarity bends and teases “Blue Fires” and “Why Do We Fight”, only as Laura Veirs’ eye-level observations belligerent a large strings of “Best Kept Secret” and a fingerpicked jubilee of elementary pleasures, “I Want To Be Here”.
With her twisted melodies and titanium surges and damaged ebbs of emotion, Neko Case drives a unreal gusto of “Delirium” and “Supermoon”, a despondent woodwinds of “Behind a Armory” and a devious camel sight of “Greens of June”.
It’s not like anybody’s gripping score, though. In a end, Martine’s immeasurable sonic firmament and common informative touchstones from Joan of Arc to William Blake to Judee Sill conclude an act of origination bigger than any thespian here. And that’s observant a lot.