This is the last song and title-track of the new album Rituals by Other Lives, which has been one of the most satisfying new releases this year. I’ve been listening to it almost daily since it came out on May 5th, at home or on the go, and just can’t seem to get tired of it. It’s music that plays out like a movie, slowly intertwining scenes and after-images of something always out of grasp, and yet so strangely familiar.
To engage with Rituals is to barrel along a winding, hidden dirt path; peering into its bounty is to be swept away into the pines and deep, briny brush revealing a new, almost utopian existence. […] Ambient soundscapes (“New Fog”) buttress against prog-rock stomp (“2 Pyramids”) lending the album the experience of embarking on a choose-your-own-adventure novel. – otherlives.com
Update: this live concert is a great showcase of this band’s multi-instrumental genius:
“Modern English is the Wal-Mart of languages: convenient, huge, hard to avoid, superficially friendly, and devouring all rivals in its eagerness to expand.”
“Sleep is magically efficacious at smoothing out the tangles of the day, and a shortage makes one agitated to the point of lunacy.”
Olivia Laing, The Trip to Echo Spring