FEATHERS

Anyway the music is kind of interesting. It’s pretty much all acoustic, with a wide range of instruments including guitar (actually quite a bit of guitar), harp, sitar and clarinet. There’s some synthesized music as well, but the overall feel and mood is laconic modern hippy folk. The sometimes abstract lyrics and meandering arrangements make for some ear- pleasing moments, particularly the longer tracks like “Ibex Horn” and “Silverleaves in the Air of Starseedlings” which have a decidedly mantra-like mood that recalls some of the early seventies folkies like Nirvana, Trees and Tyrannosaurus Rex.

Actually the whole album sounds pretty much like that, which is one of the problems. There isn’t a whole lot of variety here, and although I like the overall mood it does become a bit tedious after a half-hour or so. One can picture all these guys and gals huddled around a campfire out on the back forty of their farm collective, one or two of them ambiently strumming on guitar while the rest huddle in homemade quilts and chant beneath a fading sunlight and sip tepid green tea from hand-thrown pottery mugs. Its an idyllic picture, but one that would have been far more engaging with a little bit of variety thrown in – maybe a free-form jazz jam or a jig, something.

This is a decent album, but not great. Almost very good I would say. If I were swaddled in wool blankets out in the forest somewhere right now I might get into their mood and be inclined to give this three stars. But I’m not, so I won’t. Two stars, recommended for your next Greenpeace tree-hugging date; otherwise, mostly for collectors.

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Indeed, the opening Old Black hat is probably the album's most exciting track (with maybe two more), because the group appears complete with everyone contributing and full sound. The same can be said of the following To Each His Own, somewhere stuck between Long Live Death and Faun Fables. But most of the tracks have an acid-folk feel ala Incredible String Band, but lacking its bitesome edge, often with these tire and irksome bird calls. Silverleaves does have its own charms in these calmer songs, though. But it's clearly with busier tracks like Ibex Horn the Feathers does its job best throughout the almost 8 minutes of this track in which the group keeps changing the musical climates from PG Six, to Tunng to Espers reminiscences/influences and there is a pagan mood brooding from some of the drones out.

With only three songs that stand out from a relatively boring (IMHO) album, Feathers is indeed sometimes proggy enough to interest some of the Wyrder progheads, but I doubt this will please the majority of this site's users. Being nice to it, I'm roundi,ng it up to the upper star, but be warned!