the sound carries over the airwaves into your heart like a lover’s soft whisper across the vast distance of a disheveled bed. and all the while a terrible, yet beautiful storm, rages just outside the sheltering walls. or mayhap it the division of continental divide or an argument which separates your hand from your heart’s desire. either way, these songs will make it better or so much worse. this music will draw you closer to some warmblooded body or acquaint you with circumstances or ponderances of self (or others) you’ve been putting off for better times or stronger whiskey.
field report the self-titled album, is all raw flesh and glistening bones. it is exposed nerve endings and the blatant confrontation of emotions all tangled up with whatever reality it finds you living, loving or hating. these are songs that feel long lived-in and as familiar as family, friends and foe alike. each bearable and unbearable melody is a continuance of some long-awaited conclusion finally chanced upon whether we’re ready to deal with ’em or not.
the opening track “fergus falls” guts you, spills your heart and soul before a black-sooted grate where gray-orange embers softly glow. and in this faint shimmering light you examine every past, present and future thought and rash decision you’ve ever made or made not. like archaic remains of runes or the damp tea leaves in the bottom of a chipped tea-cup these songs are a destiny all their own. and as the songs come forth one by one: “in the year of the get you alone,” “i am not waiting anymore” and on and anon. the heartfelt assault erodes your every worthless fortification.
so, by the time the final ode, “route 18” washes over your flesh; you’ve wrestled with jacob’s angel. you’re baptized, bruised and set straight anew. but like all second chances we’ll squander ’em so long as we’ve deep and dark-water songs like these to wade into and find the remedy of relief.
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