So a little debut album fell into my hands a few weeks ago at dear Golden Plains (I am planning to write a little something on that, life is getting in the damn way!) and I must say I have been (surprise) SLACK in reviewing it. I blame society.
Yelling Bird are a Melbourne three piece, comprising of James Wallace, Hugh Ackland and Adam Pankhurst (Canberra defector), who have been quietly been going about their business for a few years now, their Self-titled being recorded over the best part of 2 years. I for one am so glad of the time they took to work on this album, for above all, its the care and love for each track that shines through.
From the soft build of the opener, Post, the album sets you out on an journey of eerie pianos, psych guitars and skillfully restrained percussion that takes you in search of meaning, and like all good things, it is the road you took that matters in the end. The careful composition of James Wallace and Hugh Ackland is not overworked but honest, bare and beautiful in its first few steps into the big wide world. In a time of post-punk surf revival, this is a breath of fresh air that wears its heart on its sleeve, and you can hear the city come alive on each track. This album sounds like Melbourne, to me at least. I guess thats the joy of living in such a diverse town.
Stand out tracks include the bare 'Fields', Acklands beautifully honest 'Sad Nine', and the prog-psych build of Chemistry, lending itself beautifully to its name, as it feels like a naturally unfurling experiment. Truth be told, each time I listen I decide on a new favourite, as the album is like that friend we all want to be. The one that has endless joy coming out their pores, and yet has a new layer, a new angle, with each new conversation.
Please, if there is one thing you do, its to send some money to Mr Wallace and get yourself a copy. Find them on the Faceplace. Hug them in the street. Ok, that is three things. Do as many things as you like, who am I to tell you what to do?
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