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I know what I like and I always like it. That’s why every so often I have to throw myself from the same old train to crash-land in the undergrowth of something completely different – something that pushes boundaries, that breathes poetry from the gut – something much, much darker. motherBIRD is all of those things… burning at the heart of the moonspun forest, fluttering always up ahead, out of reach, far enough away to be forever unidentifiable, mysterious, unfathomable, and impossible to catch in the jar of a few paragraphs. But I’m here, so I might as well give it a try…
I was first tipped off about ‘a really interesting songwriter’ from Sydney by the now sadly AWOL Splendid Isolation podcast back in 2008. Curiously I still feel exactly the same way I did when I first heard motherBIRD’s music two years down the line – it is unlike anything else going round… eerie and inventive electronic sounds with meandering guitars combine with a spellbinding voice, in turn carrying a blizzard of mighty words simultaneously hyper-human fragile and weirdly other-wordly.
motherBIRD is a very good musician, and a very great singer. But it is this poetry brought to life by the music that makes her such a unique and exceptional talent. Rather than the songs being mere vehicles for the words, the arrangements and the expressive scale of the voice takes the poetry to another level, where the song and the word are symbiotic and inseparable from each other.
‘How To Believe’ is a six-song introduction that won’t appear on the much-anticipated official motherBIRD release that has been carefully cooking for years rather than months, and is now finally fluttering towards completion. See thegrandcuckoo.wordpress.com for an intriguing and inspiring look behind the scenes at the making of this record. Our little demo, put together for Quixodelic begins with the spectral ‘Salvation’, full of electronic bells and muffled beats, part-whispered, part-sung vocals that close with the haunting ‘Now the devil wants to befriend me/Sends gift cards on the full moon’. As beginnings go, it is about as wonderfully strange a beginning as you can get. And thankfully, this record just gets even stranger.
More bells begin the brilliant second track ‘Blasphemy’, before distorted vocals and menacing beats kick in. On the spectrum of dark to light it is probably as dark as the record gets, claustrophobic and curiously fragile at the same time with its intricate sound effects and more prodigious lines like ‘Fly me a sparrow/Shoot it down with my arrow/Cupid got real mad/Curses the heart forever sad’.
The semi-spoken ‘Crossing Yourself Before The Fall’ is a cascade of mythological imagery and swirling psychedelic organs. ‘To the delighted delphic deity/A little spark brings a great flame after it/When it arouses a longing in anyone’ is one of my favourite lines from the record, complete with hypnotic trance-inducing delivery.
Despite being one of the most obvious home recordings, ‘I Heart U’ is also one of the most accessible with its rolling electric guitar, reverb-drenched hissing dreamlike voice, and cool chorus line of ‘I heart U for the last time’. You guess these songs were never designed to be catchy, but the atmosphere and words and moments like these will stick in your brain long after the record has finished.
Penultimate track ‘Before The Ascent’ is an experimental lullaby with soaring wordless vocals, giving way to the record closer, the beautiful, if lyrically sombre and reflective ‘Salvation’, a point of realisation with its stuttering beats, flickering electronic pulses and circumspect final lines that sing ‘Never one to fly/What a mess/I kept pretending/Child’. The first thing you’re going to want to do when ‘How To Believe’ finishes, is to go back and listen to it again to try and make sense of what you’ve just heard. It is a little bewildering, very different, quite intense, utterly bewitching, and…
…and you know what? This is to music, what ‘Twin Peaks’ is to television. Time for you to jump off your train in the moonlight and get lost walking backwards through the woods while the wheels on the track roll away in the distance.
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