Curious Quail’s ‘Twelve Months’ opens with a simple, quiet guitar chord, E major. A single pulse plays, E, the tonic, a perfect resolution in isolation. The gameboy falters, falling down until it reaches a B. Perfect fifth. The next best thing. For the first minute, each phrase ends in one of
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This review is INCREDIBLY well written. Yes, it’s positive about our album but it’s such a good breakdown of how the music moved the reviewer. It’s very weird to write about this in the abstract so I’ll leave this excerpt:
The tale goes on. Drums are moving faster, dancing in the moonlight. Game Boy countermelodies and harmonies spar with passion. The whole song just swells. This is the Event after all, the story’s final confrontation. It’s the natural destination of this album’s road map: full of imagery, and moments, and all kinds of musical voices. The politics are emblazoned and speak for themselves, yet the song’s sound fuels every movement, coloring it not with adventure but with complicated, personal emotion.
