I'm not a big Fiery Furnaces fan. I've tried giving their music a listen but it really doesn't grab me. I enjoyed seeing them live though. I just mustn't dig their songs, and the production seems a little bit too nice for my liking. However, I love this album. This album is brilliant.
The album features the usual members of the band and Olga Sarantos, the band members grandmother. She provides spoken word pieces. I really enjoy the grandmother/ granddaughter vocal combo, the old dear spinning yarns. If I understand this correctly, sometimes it is a grandma interacting with her granddaughter and sometimes the granddaughter is playing the role of a young Olga. Or something. It has that so uncool that it is cool quality.
The music itself is fairly complex, I reckon (I'm fairly musically ignorant from a technical point of view). It's pretty all over the place. Songs change direction completely halfway through. However, it's a bit like one long song...or rather the album as a whole is like an opera or something. The Candymaker's Knife In My Handbag sounds like it should be in a Mighty Boosh-like comedy. The whole thing is dreamlike.
Apparently the lyrics are followable, and the writer has explained what decade each song is from. I've never actually tried to follow it. The album itself brings back the memory of eating chicken in the kitchen of the first house I shared with David Funnell. We listened to the album whilst we were cleaning the kitchen before we moved out of the house. Well...we listened to this album whilst we ate food and talked. We were having a break, alright!
I really like this album. But this is making me sound like one of those people who is deliberately selecting the weirdest stuff he can think of. Well, we'll get to Oasis later.
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