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Rating: In Finally We Are No One, mùm made me dream, like every great group/artist who makes extensive use of computers to create not songs, but illusions, dreams, emotions. I position mùm among the best.
In Finally We Are No One, they left me in an imaginary forest softened by sounds of electronic waterfalls, looking at the sky I saw many suns by day, many moons by night...a fantastic, solitary world where I felt comfortable...
With Summer Make Good, I leave this forest and venture into small cities, also electronic; that sense of liquid that I experienced in their first masterpiece disappears, and I find rougher, grayer sounds...like
abandoned cities....
Okai, I admit this can't be defined as a review, but mùm make me forget the technical details; with them I enter a dream of music.
For those who have not appreciated mùm, or find them...bland...or "nothing special", I ask you to turn off the light in your room, perhaps late at night, and put on headphones with this CD (or even the first one) and then possibly say if they are bland or something similar. In my opinion, mùm create pure poetry. That's all.
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
_� n�tt
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
_� n�tt
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 MotoSegaJohn
A shadow has fallen over the fantastic world of Múm, now singing melancholic songs by candlelight, surrounded by great darkness.
This 'Summer Make Good' is a much more personal and intimate album, where haunting memories and delicate stories intertwine.
By hypnosphere boy
Listening seems to see grassy blankets, glaciers, and puddles.
'Summer Make Good' actually sounds sadder and more introspective than previous records.
