Brightblack Morning Light by BrightBlack Morning Light (Record, 2006) Super Rare
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Brightblack Morning Light by BrightBlack Morning Light (Record, 2006).
Unplayed double vinyl. Stacked in a record collection since release. Everything is perfect apart from slight dinks on the outer sleeve due to the thin card stock. Includes psychedelic spex. See photos.
Slow-mo blues, languid guitarscapes, and druggy atmospherics color this band's second album and Matador debut.
Despite sylvan genuflections and hippy naturalism, the shaggy Alabama-born, Northern California-based core of Brightblack Morning Light are surprisingly redolent of Royal Trux. It's partially the Neil Hagerty and Jennifer Herrema thrift style, tight "best friend" relationship, and the harmonizing between guitar-toting Nathan "Nabob" Shineywater and Rhodes-massaging Rachel "Rabob" Hughes. But also take stock of the slow-mo blues, languid guitarscapes, and druggy atmospherics: Instead of smack, it's peyote, and a scrubby squat's been replaced by a tent beneath the stars. The obvious non-Trux dealbreaker? Brightblack supports sundry environmental causes, including Friends of the Eel. Nope, can't imagine Twin Infinitives' ma and pa getting too into that.
- The comparison's stretched so I can make a point: Despite the Quiet Quiet Ocean Spell festivals Brightblack curates and the Joanna Newsom and Devendra entries in their hand-sewn address book, the troupe's doing something very different than what's been shoved under the "freak folk" family tree. As in many cases, it's pretty obvious they're linked due to hair length and back story-- the ho-hum tangentials. Textually, Shineywater and Hughes' hobo dispatches border on farce. For instance, a letter accompanying the press release notes: "Our mixed blood holds some American Indian somewhere, but we have no reservation to live." When I was a kid, my father signed me up for this group called Indian Guides, which featured suburban fathers and sons pretending to go back to nature on the weekends. I haven't traced their blood lines, but somehow that sorta faux-poetic hokum stinks of that same "going-native" vibe. The lyrics feature some pretty images, but are basically tossed off variations on rainbows, rain, crystals, smoke, and rivers. - Pitchfork review extract BRANDON STOSUY 8.2
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