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“ …I just could not put down my telescope anynore and kept imagining my teeth breaking. I was having violent dreams where me and the other kids would commit horrible acts and then run away in guilty…”
A shadow has fallen over the fantastic world of múm. We no longer find the carefree songs of these strange elves nor the rich landscapes so colorful and full of life from the fantastic world of “Finally we are no-one”. Instead, we find these same creatures emerging only at night to sing melancholic songs by candlelight, surrounded by great darkness. Is it the endless Icelandic winter? Is it a war? Either way, a hopeful « Summer make good » rises, to invoke the summer sun to sweep away all evils.
The enchanting voice of Kristin Anna accompanies us in intimate and delicate stories of love and isolation, taking us by the hand and leading us into a dense fog. Ghosts appear, visions of other times, heartbreaking memories of the past, generated by the minimal electronics of laptops, combined with the typical and « folk » instruments used by múm.
We are led into a sad and resigned world, but ostentatiously romantic and deep.
Compared to « Finally We Are No-one », this « Summer Make Good » is a much more personal and intimate album, for which I believe some will be disappointed not to find certain carefree atmospheres and the decidedly more pop appeal of the previous album. The rest will remain in love with this crazy, original band of Icelandic elves.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
03 Nightly Cares (04:58)
Skar the fire son
Pet the smiling one
Woo the sleeping one
R� the crying one
H�-hviss my little one
R�-r� my crying one
Ligg-ligg my tired one
Rura sleeping one
Touch a feal, you blind a must
Soft the skin of the warmest rust
Cause nothing blows in the faraway
I go away, go away
Past the hills, past the day
Touch a feal, you blind a must
Soft the skin of the warmest rust
Cause nothing blows in the faraway
I go away, go away
Past the hills, past the day
09 Oh, How the Boat Drifts (05:11)
oh, how the boat drifts
oh, how the tide shift
I lie my head in
I hear it coming
oh, how the wave breaks on your body
Look, how the lights lit
look how its tone shifts
it's doing my head in
we row, we row, we row towards it
Oh how the wave breaks on your body
11 Will the Summer Make Good for All of Our Sins? (04:02)
Please don't cry for hammer in your teeth
We'll spoil the pretty snow that lies beneath
Who go cry for hammer in her teeth
We'll spoil her pretty face at least she feels real
No-go cry for hammer in your teeth
We'll spoil the pretty snow that never feels real
Breathe, you breathe
believe you me tonight
breath in, breath out
make good, make float
bleed you me
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Please don't cry for hammer in your teeth
We'll spoil the pretty snow that lies beneath
And summer will make good for all of our sins
if we only wish it hard enough
Breathe, you breathe
who go who cry
believe you me
to night/m�m night
Breathe in, breathe out
make good, make float
bleed you me
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Sh� cry, who closes eyes and hopes not to come back
12 Abandoned Ship Bells (05:03)
Come little ship bells
Where are you
I just want to say "how are you"
Come here
Red raindrops
Where are you
Bells, where are you
Come to me
Your bells seem to find you
But where are you
Your bells seem to find you
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By Tzunami
Icelandic musicians seem to act unbounded by any contamination, resulting in a kind of dadaism and experimentation hard to match.
I imagine sitting by the window of my little house in Reykjavik, watching the snow mixed with rain fall outside, enjoying a cinnamon tea.
By Rohan
With them I enter a dream of music.
In my opinion, Múm create pure poetry.
By hypnosphere boy
Listening seems to see grassy blankets, glaciers, and puddles.
'Summer Make Good' actually sounds sadder and more introspective than previous records.
