Of Montreal’s “Lysergic Bliss” brings it from 2:31 to the end, we need this on an mp3 just looping the section.
It’s like you got your harmonies all kinds of beautiful and alone, then the beat kicks in and the harmonies and beat hold hands twirl a funky, euphoric twirl for a bit. At the end, the harmonies slip away and we’re left with the beat grooving alone! Oh lordy!
It’s also real fun to imagine the lady whispering the count to the amazing acapella part is Marion Cotillard <3 She’s a dream!
After letting the dancey and sexiness of the Scissor Sisters’ great new album Night Work seep in, nearly a month later we can chronicle the fun that was their show at Terminal 5.
The first of two homecoming shows, The Sisters were surrounded by family, friends and fellow sisters of all ages, shapes, levels of receding hairlines and sizes. Honestly one the most age diverse shows we’ve been to this year. With this special familial energy about, the Scissor Sisters brought the sex, the sass and fun with a special twinkle in their eyes and a-pitter-patter of their hearts.
Efrim Menuck’s lyrics, Part II - “Built then Burnt (Hurrah! Hurrah!)” by A Silver Mt. Zion
Menuck’s other project, A Silver Mt. Zion is essentially Godspeed with less members and singing.
If you think his instrumental compositions get you on the verge of misty eyed-ness, just add his lyrics in an off key folky dog-like wail and you’ve got some straight-up tearjerkers.
His nontraditional voice is perfect for his bittersweet tunes. It personifies the sadness, agony and, yet again, the hope for the best in the worst of times. The song, “God Bless Our Dead Marines” is my favorite example.
The song “Built then Burnt (Hurrah! Hurrah!)” is not sung by Efrim but the lyrics are undeniably his and all hyperbole aside, every time I hear or read these words I cry like babe.
Dear brothers and sisters dear enemies and friends,
Why are we all so alone here All we need is a little more hope, a little more joy All we need is a little more light, a little less weight, a little more freedom. If we were an army, and if we believed that we were an army And we believed that everyone was scared like little lost children in their grown up clothes and poses So we ended up alone here floating through long wasted days, or great tribulations. While everything felt wrong Good words, strong words, words that could’ve moved mountains Words that no one ever said We were all waiting to hear those words and no one ever said them And the tactics never hatched And the plans were never mapped And we all learned not to believe And strange lonesome monsters loafed through the hills wondering why And it is best to never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever wonder why So tangle - oh tangle us up in bright red ribbons! Let’s have a parade It’s been so long since we had a parade, so let’s have a parade! Let’s invite all our friends And all our friends’ friends! Let’s promenade down the boulevards with terrific pride and light in our eyes Twelve feet tall and staggering Sick with joy with the angels there and light in our eyes Brothers and sisters, hope still waits in the wings like a bitter spinster Impatient, lonely and shivering, waiting to build her glorious fires It’s because of our plans man; our beautiful ridiculous plans Let’s launch them like careening jetplanes Let’s crash all our planes in the river Let’s build strange and radiant machines at this jericho waiting to fall
According to the calendar, autumn begins on Sept 23rd. In our books it began last Saturday after we saw Mogwai’s Burning at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. The brisk nights that have fallen without fail since that one are perfect for listening to the Scot post-rockers.
Click on the link above to read an oft times silly interview with multi-instrumentalist Barry Burns.
My favorite bit:
How does it feel to have spawned a generation of bands that name you as a direct influence? I suppose that’s quite nice of them to say so, whoever they may be, though a “generation of bands” might be a bit grandiose. “A wee bunch of folk with guitars, some pedals and their virginity wholly intact” is maybe more accurate.
