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Rating: The Quiet, Crow Blues, Joe the Shaman.
The first fact about Remscéla is that it's being talked about by such people, nomen onem allora and in culo alla balena.
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The second fact about Remscéla is the previous album, Folklore 1979. Or rather, the spark that brought it to life.
A Milkweed fan shows up at their house with a bag full of super esoteric folk magazines.
The bag somehow tips over, the magazines scatter on the floor, they pick one and take its texts for the album, things like "black sheep bring rain, my flute conjures lightning."
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The third fact about Remscéla is that the fan with the bag full of magazines builds magic wands for a living. At least that's what Crow Blues claims.
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The fourth fact about Remscéla is that this time the lyrics are taken from a medieval Irish poem and that the song titles are, to say the least, dazzling…
Things like: "How Conchobor was Born" "Whiter than snow is the white treasure of his teeth" "Noisiu's voice is a roar of waves, a sweet sound to listen to forever."
But even more remarkable is that when you listen to the album, you wonder: are these really the titles?
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The fifth fact about Remscéla is that track six seems to come from a cassette tape that ended up under a truck's wheels. At least that's what the Quiet says.
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The sixth fact about Remscéla is that Remscéla, according to Joe the shaman, is the extremely scrambled signal from a colony of hardcore folkists lost in a distant galaxy.
Strange folks, half ghosts and half major Tom, whose message, clashing with the present, shatters into myriad fragments.
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The seventh fact about Remscéla is that the cover is beautiful.
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Then okay, imagine the most transcendent folk entangled among "wrecks and debris."
Sounds that derail, tangle up, go off the rails…
And it's not a joke, it's not fooling around, but a strange form of love. In some cases, a curse can be more devout than a prayer.
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The fact is that if you break something apart, you paradoxically give it life.
But don't break anything, you might hurt yourselves.
Trallallà...
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