Bird by Snow
Antlers And The Sun And All The Things That Grow Old And Pass Away
[ birdbysnow ] 2006

There is love here. What a beautiful mass of matter this vinyl-only release is. Gorgeous. Then, ladies and earthworms - there is the music that lies beneath the delicate red grooves of sides etched 'A' and 'B'.

That banjo that sub-phonically veers underwater around the minute and a third mark on "Exhaling Lungs" is multiple layers of intense. Then the sparse voice of Bird by Snow man Fletcher Tucker awakens. When it became too cold to bathe in the lakes, this young snow man recorded these firey anthems - each fitted in a jacket too snug for comfort -- yet without the warmth -- surging blood would firm to brittle ice. Like fingernails capped with broken branches, each one traveling in new directions feeling upon metal corridors - "Great Glower and Gloam" marks your mind and lays small treasures for the taking. "Black Elk in The Mountains (deep)" [non-LP] was the gateway track, uncovered early this season while audible browsing The Color Compilation [also housing great submissions from Boo Hiss and the like] - "Yes that will be me, but for now let me remind you of the blood that flows inside."

When I placed my chips on paypal to own this album, I was under impressions that I would be transported to the eighth chakra. Bird by Snow has done just that.

My how the Earth looks so sad from here. "I can see right through you, I'm peering at your bones". "I Will Age 1,000 Years And Not Improve" - so says she in response through a nest of tape loops, organetta and river rocks. "Blame the numbers who have ruined you, for it is I who flee from the masses." These sounds are indeed those created for lovers / listeners of Vulnerabilia, Adrian the Orange and Eerie Mountain caps - listed for reference only. Like full lunar orbs for eyes - digest. The reality that I understand and accept your ethereal offerings within move me to stages of frightful delight. Wooly men are barking at invisible Moons as cloaked strangers are eating their own tainted treats. The end is... . unbeknownst.

me :: [July 2006]