May19

Black Moth Super Rainbow – Eating Us (Review)

Black Moth Super Rainbow

Eating Us



The psychedelic, ethereal, and downtempo creations of the aptly named Pittsburgh group Black Moth Super Rainbow are back in their follow up effort to their 2007 Dandelion Gum. It has become a running theme of BMSR to make music of a very soft-spoken styling, primarily drawing attention to the construction of rhythm, and the cohesive matching of sonic artifacts through static lo-fi sounds, looped samples, and simple melodic structure. In their new album, Eating Us, BMSR have taken a turn in their work, bringing more attention to the play of voice in their work, warping vocals and giving music a new feeling of simultaneous dissonance and harmony, an interpretative way to understand us and the world we live in. The music of BSMR is reflective. Think of it as a mirror showing us the impurities of our experience, providing for us an expansive landscape for which to explore that not only is in every respect pleasing, but at the very same time quite challenging.

The spacious harmonies and transitions that connect simple phrases such as beautiful day, you’re my heartfelt dream, on “Twin of Myself” is undoubtedly constructing a world of purity, of simple and naive happiness which not only is opposite to the current state of our world, but is also an expression of an ideal: a candy-coated musical expression that gives a passionate and soothing sensation. The entire album is sweet, and assumes a child-like innocence that figures predominantly a playful naivety akin to the acoustic textures of AIR’s Moon Safari and Boards of Canada’s Music has the Right to Children. Every track on the album is another treat for our sweet tooth, “Iron Lemonade, “Tooth Decay,” “Bubblegum Animals,” and of course, as an ode to the aftermath of a messy toddler, “The Sticky.” The album is delicate, a change of pace to thinking about the current crisis: it is a soothing voyage that chronicles life experience from the start with tracks such as, “Born on a Day the Sun Didn’t Rise,” and ending at “American Face Dust,” a clear reference to the drastically shifting meanings of the American experience. Perhaps unintentional by the authors of the music, BMSR triumph in crafting a nuanced and aesthetically superb effort. Their music is wholesome and sounds delicious enough to eat, what a treat!

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