Whiskey Leaves
Green Blossoms
| Available Formats | No. of Tracks | Price | Buy | |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Download Album (mp3) | 9 tracks | £5.99 | ||
| Download Album (flac) | 9 tracks | £6.99 | ||
| Download individual tracks | N/A | from £0.75 |
Green Blossoms - Whiskey Leaves
It was important we get this out in the heart of summer because "Whiskey Leaves" its familiar melodies and breezy instrumentation are the perfect accompaniment to your hot, humid nights. The duo of Aiko Koga and Anthony Guerra first made their presence known on a micro-edition CDR from New Zealand's Pseudoarcana.
"Whiskey Leaves," though, is a different beast entirely. While on the surface these compositions feel simple, once you dig a little deeper you realize the care put into each song. This is intimate music.
Guerra sets the pace with layers of makeshift percussion and guitar. Koga also plays ukelele, but it's her voice that is the real focal point of the album. Soft and restrained, even when you can't understand her words (some of the lyrics are in Japanese), you are hooked from the get-go. Hours later, you find yourself humming her melodies whilte her ghostly incantations are stuck in the back of your mind. This is fractured pop perfection. "Whiskey Leaves" will be a welcome addition to fans of Tujiko Noriko, Tenniscoats and the like. Beautiful.
Reviews
By Digitalis standards this is a surprisingly easy-to-digest new offering. It comes from duo Aiko Kogo and Anthony Guerra, who are following up their first foray into recorded music, a highly limited CD-R on New Zealand label Pseudoarcana. Whiskey Leaves is a winningly humble and lo-fi presentation of some beautiful, softly intoned songwriting that's eminently accessible. Take for example the exceedingly lovely 'No Sleep', its brittle ukulele passages and clickety-clack acoustic rhythms are feather-light yet carry some delicate, thoughtfully pieced together song structures. Likewise, 'Whiskey Leaves' (this one's sung in English) jumbles together slightly shambolic narratives about booze-deciduating tree limbs and highly strung campfire jams in an appealingly confused fashion. Elsewhere on the album, more spaced-out fare can be found, with snatches of acoustic droens and fractured string pluckings draped across 'White Noon' and the sleepy 'More Birds'. Just the sort of thing to please all you fans of Flau and Moteer - ace.
- Boomkat

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