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Rating: "Pullhair Rubeye"
1) Sis Around The Sàndmill
2) Opìs Helpus
3) Foetus No-Man
4) Who Welsses In My Hoff
5) Lay Lay Off, Faselam
6) Palenka
7) Sasong
8) Was ònaìp
After the fruitful contribution to the Animal Collective in the composition of "Feels" (2005), the sweet Icelandic multi-instrumentalist Kristín Anna Valtýsdóttir (formerly of Mùm) marries David Portner, a member of the aforementioned Maryland band (vocals, guitar, pedals, keyboards, percussion). What usually comes from a loving union? The answer is not what you expect. From the two musician lovers comes an album, one of a kind in the world and destined to remain so forever, since the couple will have a short life.
The title already conjures up in the mind of those who are about to listen to it the image of the two at the moment of writing the songs: "Pullhair Rubeye". She twirls locks of hair, he rubs an eye from sleep, all while strumming high triads on an acoustic guitar that accompany melancholy minor piano tones. The childlike voice of Kría Brekkan and the finally "unplugged" voice from the equalizers of Avey Tare blend together, giving birth to a warm and blossoming acoustic sound of a picnic by the lake. At this point, one wonders: have they finally opted for a clean project devoid of flanger and rainsticks? Here I reveal the mystery: this time their experimental imagination set no limits, convincing them to produce the entire album in reverse. And here one judges in a different way. The content of the words no longer has weight, but the form gains much of it. The titles are discovered by interpreting the texts backward, as is the case with “Sis Around The Sandmill” or “Lay Lay Off, Faselam,” phrases that seem to appear on a tape that instead of unwinding rolls up. Here more attention is paid to each breath, to the form of the whole that is born from the unknown, from the opposite, nothing but conventional folk pop. "Pullhair Rubeye" played live, a bit "Winters Love" a bit "Ravine," is nothing more than the opposite of itself, the same recording split and at the opposite ends of the chromatic scale.
To bring it to another scope and show it through an example, suffice it to say that the two have declared to have been inspired by "Inland Empire" by director David Lynch, for the composition mentioned.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
05 Lay Lay Off, Faselam (03:58)
Sometimes I wanna cry
Well you've seen it in my eyes
And I sorta like this place
So, why d'you wanna brace
It's a funny little thing
Ghostly arrows seem to come and go
With an "Oh, no"
We had a quiet thing on the soft ground
I hear a sad rain killed the calm sound
07 Sasong (02:13)
In the city I wander,
worms get smashed under;
all those people are busy with things.
And here I go crazy,
and there I get lazy
like a calf that is growing six legs.
My body’s slowly figuring out how
it fits into moments of missing.
Steady in my thoughts,
I soften the tight knots;
my stomach’s alright though it’s twisting.
But on a beautiful surf I found
a seaweed person
in hot light, reflected green on the sand.
I was a little uncertain
that some things might hurt me;
in the night I hid my eyes with my hands.
Then off of the breeze I heard
a sudden burst and
in fright imagined thumps on the land.
There is a house on the trees where all
the shadows work and
they don’t make their plans your plans.
And maybe I’m naïve
to say you should just breathe
and float out of pain when it’s hissing.
‘Cause here I sit cring
when she’s not here [I am];
I can’t handle a moment she’s missing.
Then I eat with my people
and I laugh at the steeples
‘cause Hell is my own bad thinking.
I know that the rain [moves]
and innards are dream pools
and diamonds are days with fire.
And you held the sneeze
for as long as you could
just to cast it to the sneezing void.
I think I have a disease
that makes my hearing imperfect,
but at least I make some wonderful noise.
And back in the trees
I saw a shadow’s birth but
no one said it’s a girl or a boy.
You can take all you want
from another person;
in the end you find you lose your voice.
In the city I wander,
worms get smashed under
those streets where all those people are busy.
Here I go crazy,
but there I feel lazy
like a calf that is growing six legs.
My body’s slowly figuring out how
it fits into moments of missing.
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