FEATHERS

Another of the many and growing acts loosely associated with freak-folk guru Devendra Banhart, Feathers made a bit of a splash with this debut album that (to-date) has turned out to be their only full-length release. The band is/was apparently some sort of neo-hippy collective who holed up in a communal home in upstate Vermont somewhere; perhaps they were lost during the winter, as the last entry on their mySpace blog in February 2007 is a note announcing the cancellation of a scheduled appearance. I haven’t seen or heard much of them since then, and their label’s website entry hasn’t been updated in about as long.

Anyway the music is kind of interesting. It’s pretty much all acoustic, with a wide range of instruments including guitar (actually quite a bit of guitar), harp, sitar and clarinet. There’s some synthesized music as well, but the overall feel and mood is laconic modern hippy folk. The sometimes abstract lyrics and meandering arrangements make for some ear- pleasing moments, particularly the longer tracks like “Ibex Horn” and “Silverleaves in the Air of Starseedlings” which have a decidedly mantra-like mood that recalls some of the early seventies folkies like Nirvana, Trees and Tyrannosaurus Rex.

Actually the whole album sounds pretty much like that, which is one of the problems. There isn’t a whole lot of variety here, and although I like the overall mood it does become a bit tedious after a half-hour or so. One can picture all these guys and gals huddled around a campfire out on the back forty of their farm collective, one or two of them ambiently strumming on guitar while the rest huddle in homemade quilts and chant beneath a fading sunlight and sip tepid green tea from hand-thrown pottery mugs. Its an idyllic picture, but one that would have been far more engaging with a little bit of variety thrown in – maybe a free-form jazz jam or a jig, something.

This is a decent album, but not great. Almost very good I would say. If I were swaddled in wool blankets out in the forest somewhere right now I might get into their mood and be inclined to give this three stars. But I’m not, so I won’t. Two stars, recommended for your next Greenpeace tree-hugging date; otherwise, mostly for collectors.

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