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MH-259 Head Like A Kite - There Is Loud Laughter Everywhere  There Is Loud Laughter Everywhere, Head Like A Kite’s second full-length album, and first for Mush, is an expert blend of electronic rock production and pure pop-songcraft built on a bed of pillaged found-sound from cities the band visited on their 2006 US tour. No stranger to sharing the stage with big names on national and international turf, ringmaster Dave Einmo has assembled some of Seattle’s finest for the album including members of The Long Winters, Smoosh, Radio 4, Crooked Fingers, and Preston School Of Industry. Whether it be guest vocals from Asya Smoosh and Graig Markel, added inspiration from touring drummer Trent Moorman, or the production of Brian Deck (Modest Mouse, Iron & Wine) each track is flavored with the perfect additions to the epic songwriting and big-beat electronic production that is Head Like A Kite’s forte. There Is Loud Laughter Everywhere strikes the balance between art and craft and is the finest sonic road-trip in the Mush catalog. |
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| Possibly the best release out of the Northwest this year - KEXP / A true genre-twisted party album that appropriately captures the sounds of an eclectic America - Urb / The dreamy soundtrack to your imaginary trip into space - The Stranger / Deserves a lot of indie play - Pop Matters / Friskiness is refreshing – AP |
| A one-off collaboration between Why? frontman Yoni Wolf and producer Odd Nosdam, Reaching Quiet's In The Shadow Of The Living Room was recorded in the members' old Ohio bedrooms shortly before they gave them up for good. "Broken Crow" bleeds small-town claustrophobia, sinking deep under thick drifts of static and synth as Wolf's painstaking attention to domestic minutiae paints an ever-retracting portrait of a Cincinnati winter. After warning his brother to "get out of here by December," he injects the bleak dirge with a daub of sickly color: "By the time the snow is melting / They always find four or five bodies hanging by belts / From the train trestles / Or in empty parking lots / Slit wrists turning what's left of the snow into cherry slushy." Sure, you can always go home again, but bring a duffel bag of salt and a bottle of Paxil. - The Onion |
