Sóley: We Sink
We Sink
CD
CD (Compact Disc)
Herkömmliche CD, die mit allen CD-Playern und Computerlaufwerken, aber auch mit den meisten SACD- oder Multiplayern abspielbar ist.
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-17%
EUR 16,99**
EUR 13,99*
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- Label: 10Days, 2011
- Bestellnummer: 1841738
- Erscheinungstermin: 2.9.2011
* Digipack
Album digital in HD (Werbung)
Ein angedachter Beat galoppiert zaghaft drauflos, sepiafarbene Klavierwolken ziehen auf, erst flirrend, dann satt, schließlich erhebt die Isländerin Sóley ihre Stimme. Eine Stimme, die lange Zeit gar keine Gesangsstimme war. Die junge Frau mit dem Kassenbrillengestell hat nämlich erst recht spät, als sie mit ihrer
Band Seabear schon längst durch die Welt tingelte, erkannt, was in ihrer Stimme steckt. Diese steht denn auch im Mittelpunkt ihrer Songs, die wie eine Laterna Magica aufleuchten, Gestalt annehmen, verwehen und wieder aufflammen.
Soléy ist solo in erster Linie eine Geschichtenerzählerin mit ihrem ganz eigenen Wunderland. Dabei fügt sie die Elemente mit einem inneren Schnipsen, einem Schnalzen und einer Leichtigkeit zusammen.
Nach der ersten Sechs-Track-EP von 2010 atmen auf "We Sink" die improvisierten Beat-Fundstücke organisch vor sich hin, laden die Handclaps im Unterholz zum Mitmachen ein.
Das Resultat ist mal catchy, mal wunderbar verschroben: nordischer Strickjacken-Folk mit halbblinden Gläsern, die im WG-Abwaschwasser hin und her schippern, schön Lee vor Luv.
A beat is laid out, hesitantly moving along at first, then careering, taking off; soon sepia-toned clouds of piano gather overhead, shimmering, turning darker and richer, and then Sóley raises her voice – a voice that, until five years ago, she didn't even consider a proper "singing voice". It's true: the bespectacled multi-instrumentalist from Iceland, now in her mid-twenties, had been around the world and back with her band, Seabear, when she finally discovered her own vocal skills. Even though Sóley Stefánsdóttir sings non-stop in private, creating a musical backdrop to pretty much everything she does, it just took her a while to get used to the sound of her own voice. We all know this, don't we?
It's the sound of this voice that's at the very core of her intricate compositions, tracks that flare like a bunch of magic lanterns, taking shape, growing hazy, flaming up once again, then moving on. Sóley sans Seabear – and the band's mastermind Sindri was, after all, the first to go solo, as Sin Fang Bous, one should keep in mind – is basically a storyteller who has come up with her very own wonderland. Meet her on the street and she seems rather introverted; yet, she's far from shy in this self-created musical sphere, a sonic realm she freely expands, stakes out, reinvents, turns upside down. Throughout the album, Sóley spins one yarn after the next; at one point, unfortunate "Smashed Birds" have to give their feathers for a new dress, while the guitar, making a special appearance, sets the tone. Elsewhere, she focuses on the moment when a dream is exposed as such, this time over a huge sonic expanse drowned in reverb. She moves gently over magic carpets, woven landscapes, majestic like movie scores ("Fight Them Soft," which might as well be her mantra), only to serve the listener a plate of "Blue Leaves" next. Song after song, the former student of composition manages to combine seemingly disparate elements with stunning ease, a snap of her fingers, a click of the tongue, a carefree mood reminiscent of earlier projects hailing from Iceland. Not to mention the sound of the letter R when she sings, wobbling smoothly off the tip of the tongue, all straight at first, then branching off, 180 degrees, eventually hitting the home stretch – reflecting the shape of the letter itself.
After "Theater Island," last year's 6-track EP, Sóley returns with her first full-length, an album full of rhythmic makeshift creatures, of handclaps hidden in the undergrowth, tempting us to join in. The 13 tracks are sometimes incredibly catchy; amazingly quirky at other times: think cardigan-folk from the northern hemisphere, an ocean of stained glasses bopping up and down in the shared apartment's dishwater, leeward in limbo. The result is refreshing in its lack of edginess; think Joanna Newsom minus her harp, or the Casady sisters circa 2004, but then clearly better trained, less crooked. In other words: her voice, those loops moving around like wooden toys, and finally the piano – that's the backbone, the essence of her compositions; at least until some unexpected element appears elsewhere, a rhythmic creaking or the lack thereof, like a hidden Rube Goldberg machine, setting off yet another component, thus paving the way across the threshold and on into the next realm of sound. And thus we keep on sinking, deeper and deeper, until we stand on terra firma once again, realizing that somehow, next to us, above us, around us, a beat is laid out, hesitantly moving along at first, then careering… (morrmusic. com)
Soléy ist solo in erster Linie eine Geschichtenerzählerin mit ihrem ganz eigenen Wunderland. Dabei fügt sie die Elemente mit einem inneren Schnipsen, einem Schnalzen und einer Leichtigkeit zusammen.
Nach der ersten Sechs-Track-EP von 2010 atmen auf "We Sink" die improvisierten Beat-Fundstücke organisch vor sich hin, laden die Handclaps im Unterholz zum Mitmachen ein.
Das Resultat ist mal catchy, mal wunderbar verschroben: nordischer Strickjacken-Folk mit halbblinden Gläsern, die im WG-Abwaschwasser hin und her schippern, schön Lee vor Luv.
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A beat is laid out, hesitantly moving along at first, then careering, taking off; soon sepia-toned clouds of piano gather overhead, shimmering, turning darker and richer, and then Sóley raises her voice – a voice that, until five years ago, she didn't even consider a proper "singing voice". It's true: the bespectacled multi-instrumentalist from Iceland, now in her mid-twenties, had been around the world and back with her band, Seabear, when she finally discovered her own vocal skills. Even though Sóley Stefánsdóttir sings non-stop in private, creating a musical backdrop to pretty much everything she does, it just took her a while to get used to the sound of her own voice. We all know this, don't we?
It's the sound of this voice that's at the very core of her intricate compositions, tracks that flare like a bunch of magic lanterns, taking shape, growing hazy, flaming up once again, then moving on. Sóley sans Seabear – and the band's mastermind Sindri was, after all, the first to go solo, as Sin Fang Bous, one should keep in mind – is basically a storyteller who has come up with her very own wonderland. Meet her on the street and she seems rather introverted; yet, she's far from shy in this self-created musical sphere, a sonic realm she freely expands, stakes out, reinvents, turns upside down. Throughout the album, Sóley spins one yarn after the next; at one point, unfortunate "Smashed Birds" have to give their feathers for a new dress, while the guitar, making a special appearance, sets the tone. Elsewhere, she focuses on the moment when a dream is exposed as such, this time over a huge sonic expanse drowned in reverb. She moves gently over magic carpets, woven landscapes, majestic like movie scores ("Fight Them Soft," which might as well be her mantra), only to serve the listener a plate of "Blue Leaves" next. Song after song, the former student of composition manages to combine seemingly disparate elements with stunning ease, a snap of her fingers, a click of the tongue, a carefree mood reminiscent of earlier projects hailing from Iceland. Not to mention the sound of the letter R when she sings, wobbling smoothly off the tip of the tongue, all straight at first, then branching off, 180 degrees, eventually hitting the home stretch – reflecting the shape of the letter itself.
After "Theater Island," last year's 6-track EP, Sóley returns with her first full-length, an album full of rhythmic makeshift creatures, of handclaps hidden in the undergrowth, tempting us to join in. The 13 tracks are sometimes incredibly catchy; amazingly quirky at other times: think cardigan-folk from the northern hemisphere, an ocean of stained glasses bopping up and down in the shared apartment's dishwater, leeward in limbo. The result is refreshing in its lack of edginess; think Joanna Newsom minus her harp, or the Casady sisters circa 2004, but then clearly better trained, less crooked. In other words: her voice, those loops moving around like wooden toys, and finally the piano – that's the backbone, the essence of her compositions; at least until some unexpected element appears elsewhere, a rhythmic creaking or the lack thereof, like a hidden Rube Goldberg machine, setting off yet another component, thus paving the way across the threshold and on into the next realm of sound. And thus we keep on sinking, deeper and deeper, until we stand on terra firma once again, realizing that somehow, next to us, above us, around us, a beat is laid out, hesitantly moving along at first, then careering… (morrmusic. com)
- Tracklisting
- Mitwirkende
Disk 1 von 1 (CD)
- 1 I'll Drown
- 2 Smashed Birds
- 3 Pretty Face
- 4 Bad Dream
- 5 Dance
- 6 And Leave
- 7 Blue Leaves
- 8 Kill The Clown
- 9 Fight Them Soft
- 10 About Your Funeral
- 11 The Sun Is Going Down 1
- 12 The Sun Is Going Down 2
- 13 Theater Island
Sóley
We Sink
EUR 16,99**
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