Rebirth
Hey, you, metal head. I’m talking
to you. You’ll get tired of all this clanging and clattering one day. You’ll seek
peace. You’ll crave the quiet. You’ll want to hear something like ‘Rebirth’. A
beautiful, sparsely populated album of moods and melodies that will soothe your
poor overtaxed brain, after all that bawling and shouting.
If it’s guitars you’re after, there
are plenty of them here, nylon strung and gently plucked, with flute and
recorder and some subtle percussion to augment the beautifully measured
arpeggios. Give your poor frazzled eardrums a rest and let them gently vibrate
to these songs of lost love, the hidden forces of nature and the incongruity of
being a product of an age you’re just not meant for, but are nevertheless
living in.
It’s working, isn’t it? You’re
beginning to appreciate the pure note, the natural sound of the plucked string,
and the stirring voice expressing fine, honest emotions. You’re leaving the
dolorous, discordant, idiot grandchild of the blues to the next generation of
undiscriminating dullards and beginning to move with the universal ebb and
flow. The quiet, pastoral world of
Anthony Greentree is as very pleasant place to visit, and you may even want to stay
a while.
Scenester
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