And The Glass Handed Kites, an album by Mew on Spotify. We and our partners use cookies to personalize your experience, to show you ads based on your interests, and for measurement and analytics purposes. By using our website and our services. Mew – And The Glass Handed Kites Latest Cabane: “It was a serious consideration to think about only releasing one single physical copy” – Interview 24 Nov 2020. Die Rangliste 01/2021 Umfangreicher Ratgeber Beliebteste Waren Bester Preis 🔥 Preis-Leistungs-Sieger 🙀 JETZT direkt ansehen. And The Glass Handed Kites Mew (2005 - 14 Sange) Start radio Stop radio. Tid Circuitry Of The Wolf. Chinaberry Tree. Why Are You Looking Grave. Mew with Copenhagen Philharmonic Mew with Copenhagen Philharmonic (2018 - 8 Sange) A Triumph for Man Mew (2006 - 23 Sange) Eggs Are Funny. If there s a problem to And The Glass Handed Kites, it that Mew constantly seem to reaching for the stars-a noble aim, but one that, across 55 minutes, can be quite wearing. Like Sigur Ros, they re a band for a time and a place, the peak of slow-moving glaciers, the honeymoon suite of the ice hotel.
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Starting with some kind of crazy racket of an instrumental track, Mew’s second album kicks off sounding like some pretentious The Cooper Temple Clause-esque noise-makers. Where’s the delicacy of She Came Home For Christmas? This sounds more like a big hairy dude with tattoos than an pale blond boy from Denmark. But it seems that’s just to scare off the non-believers, and the beauty (albeit a fairly menacing and monstrous beauty) steps to the forefront as soon as Jonas opens his mouth six seconds in to track two, Chinaberry Tree.
If the critics are to be believed, Mew must be superhuman musical gods. If the record buying public are to be believed Mew actually aren’t very important or interesting at all, because despite the hype they largely fail to make any kind of record-shifting impact on the UK. This album verges on the same orchestral grandeur of the Arcade Fire‘s debut album, but they just don’t have that je ne sais quoi that makes everybody want to be in on the action.
Perhaps they just sound too far detached from reality to be reachable by the masses, like certain comedians – hilarious to their select group of fans, but not really making anyone else laugh. The Zookeeper’s Boy sounds like it simply must be a joke, with lyrics such as, “if there’s a glitch, you’re an ostrich” and “with meringue coloured hair”; But the layered spacey vocal arrangements and grumbling guitar disagree. They mean business, and that’s confusing.
Maybe it’s godlike genius. Maybe Jonas’ artificially high vocals are angelic, unique and special. Maybe their lyrics are full of clever metaphors other bands just aren’t smart enough to think up. Maybe they are pioneering musical revolutionaries. Or maybe they’re the pinnacle of indie pretension, with an irritating singer, silly lyrics and self-indulgent proggish music.
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Instinct draws us towards the first option, although it seems likely that it’ll take many repeat listens for this album to really reveal its full potential and if you’re looking for a record that’ll make you smile, this is certainly not it. In fact, it’s a pretty emotionally draining listen.
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And The Glass Handed Kites is probably a peculiar reclusive masterpiece: but maybe not. It’s left us bewildered and feeling hollow, like it stole a little part of our soul. Maybe it’s magical or maybe we’ve been tricked. Perhaps we’re just scared of it’s greatness. Can we get back to you on that one?
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Mew! How adorable! My wife and I think this name is the cutest. It reminds of us sweet and cuddly little kittens. Is the band Mew cuddly? Well, cuddly like wrapping yourself in the patch-cable-arms of a Moog Modular synth might be, or burrowing down into the blankets with your cherished vinyl copy of Moving Pictures. Denmark's Mew is prog as hell, but don't hold that against them.
After the raucous instrumental opener 'Circuitry of the Wolf,' with clanging guitars and violent drumming, And the Glass Handed Kites shows more of its true colors with a segue into 'Chinaberry Tree' with its thumping beat, pulsing bass and a focus on atmosphere due to layers of sweeping synths and stratospheric vocals with lots of reverb.
Here a quartet (they recently lost their bassist Johan Wohlert who became a father), the guys in Mew has been friends since 7th grade, and even then started to become known as the âartsy kids.' After some early musical learning experiences, they came back as Mew in their late teens, and released their first album A Triumph for Man in 1997 and since then two more. Kites is their most adventurous to date, starting with a crazy Yes-style plan to make a 60-minute song. They didn't quite fulfill that ambition, but the album does flow almost unnoticeably from one song to another, and while there are definite individual songs within, there is a common distinctive dark feel. People with the patience for Coheed should surely check this out, but even if you don't think you have the attention span for prog, give Mew a chance. Only two songs go over 5 minutes, and the running time of 55 minutes is 20 minutes shorter than the last two albums by the Mars Volta.
'The Zookeeper's Boy' was the first to really grab me and burrow into my brain, even though the lighthearted second verse lyrics are a bit strange to hear after seeing the four Andrew WK-style badass portraits in the booklet ('You're tall just like a giraffe / You have to climb to find its head / But if there's a glitch / You're an ostrich / You've got your head in the sand'). And then there's the chorus with its awesome sugary falsetto melody which they drag out at the end, stripping away everything but the lead vocal and twisting backing vocals. 'Apocalyso' is killer as well, with its chorus of chugging guitars under more sky-high vocals, though the words seem strange: 'Care-line, care-line / Thumped it up / What are your stories all about? / Carries a weight on her swing / On her swing.' Then, countering Jonas Bjerre's stratospheric range, one of their influences, J. Mascis, helps out on verse vocal duties on another solid track 'Why Are You Looking Grave?' Bonus!
While Mew is technical, shown through the tripping multi-meter of 'An Envoy to the Open Fields,' they don't flaunt guitar prowess or anything, but I call them âprog' for âprogressive' because they are so huge and out there. You could also call them space rock or dream pop (as allmusic does), but their album length ambitions and bizarre worlds make them prog to me. Although comparisons could be made to all different kinds of bands -- notably ambitious types like Radiohead, spacey weirdoes like Sigur Ros and epic rockers like Coheed -- there is really no one doing what Mew is now. Though it's not an all-out unique direction, Mew does it so well that they have become superstars in their home country as well as the UK; in both they have received numerous awards.
Can North America handle Mew? Can we put our guard down enough to let in a band this different and un-punk? Are they too progressively cuddly? Leave the macho bullshit behind and let in the weird world of Mew. I bet you'll thank me later.
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