Most of their music reminds me of this, or a dense fog on green hill, or that lucid feeling of falling when you are trying to go to sleep. It wraps one like heavy woolen quilt, made by grandmother's hands, stitched from old war uniforms and smelling faintly of fire, smoke, and cedar.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Intricate Castles
I have been listening to Grouper a lot lately. When I'm not listening to my regular regiment of Bonnie "Prince" Billy, Mount Eerie, A Silver Mt. Zion, Rachel's, and Bon Iver. As well as all their friends and label constituents. For all of you who have no idea who any of these groups or people are, here is a taste of Grouper. If you like this I'd suggest looking up the rest of them.
Most of their music reminds me of this, or a dense fog on green hill, or that lucid feeling of falling when you are trying to go to sleep. It wraps one like heavy woolen quilt, made by grandmother's hands, stitched from old war uniforms and smelling faintly of fire, smoke, and cedar.
Most of their music reminds me of this, or a dense fog on green hill, or that lucid feeling of falling when you are trying to go to sleep. It wraps one like heavy woolen quilt, made by grandmother's hands, stitched from old war uniforms and smelling faintly of fire, smoke, and cedar.
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