With hammers borrowed from fathers, neighbors, stories. Just for a second.Īnd it foreshadows what A Place For Owls have come to build here. It sounds like the reformation of the lines of eyes and eyelids refusing to let the burning of tears, or drooping of disappointment, surface. The big crescendo at the end of the song sees Ben Sooy yell out the final line, “Calling for some help,” and then this split second of a very specific, deserted guitar, rolls like the tiniest motion of thunder, and fades. There’s a grumbling, gravelly tone in the guitar that fades out “Book,” near the beginning of the album. “Cold clouds, could be paint, could be panic, could be solution or just water at the bottom of a glass.” This is the beginning of what we hope is a whole new album from A Beacon School. The hush comes, and we’re left with the alarm clock pulses of a single chord, before drums folding like dough over fruit filling, and suddenly the whole kitchen counter is floating. There’s certainly a song structure that comes easy, and allows space to follow the beat, the synthetic force moving forward, the ticking of a clock that’s hanging on the sun, itself. The riff that at once is at the top of the mix, and then drives from inside, creates a place for the music to fold around and tangle, in an orderly kind of tangling. Smith, the mind behind this project and this new song, gives legs and awareness to the song itself, as if we are listening to a musical entity, sentient and making decisions on how to move next, where to look, where to rest. Gently waving you back out.Īnd it picks right back up, for another sailing triumph before it sleeps. Halfway through, the song seems to be ending, and you land back on the Earth and put your keys and items back on the table in the front of the house, but something keeps idling outside. It propels itself into the middle of a sky where the atmosphere isn’t too chilly, just yet. At the core is a seed unfolding and shedding and morphing, and crescendos into a great pillar of soft marble. “Dot,” a wonderful return, that we’ve been waiting for, reveals a piece of music that grows in increments. OUR RVW: “Smoothing rough edges of a ridge of sand down with a giant see-through spatula.”Ī Beacon School teaches with precision how a song should be developed.
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