~ purify the colors, purify my mind. and spread the ashes of the colors over this heart of mine. ~
//: Okay so I could talk for literal hours on why I love this band. There's just so much. From madman Will Butler using Richard Reed Parry’s shoe as a drum to Regine Chassagne tapping her Haitian roots for a dance during ”Haiti.” But I'll try to just focus on one thing in particular: them playing Funeral cover-to-cover.
Like I'm continuously enamored & uplifted by everything this band engages in, but this record is one that even with time remains increasingly relevant to me. I mean it’s about death, after all. ”Wake Up” might be a rallying cry for that innocence lost in the transition from childhood to adulthood; but the rest of the album delves just so unabashedly into this cacophony of raw melancholy, heartache, confusion, grief, & these desperate attempts to escape it. More & more I find myself identifying with it. Especially those first few songs in the beginning that build this little world out of childhood memories of things like the bedrooms of our friends. It’s mystical & poignant, but it’s also through the lens of an almost fearful & regretful retrospect. There's this little line in ”Neighborhood #4
(7 Kettles)” that always tugs at me; ”And it's not heaven I'm pining for, but there's some spirit I used to know, that's been drowned out by the radio!”
Win really nails my heart to the damn wall right there.
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