mewithoutyou: [untitled] (2018)

brother, sister iirc was the first time he really sang and it's... pretty rough in spots still, even for me, someone who is extremely used to his voice. but i also think he's really come into his own as a singer on the last two records, he sounds wonderful on untitled despite not having a traditionally good voice at all

― jolene club remix (BradNelson), Thursday, December 13, 2018 9:36 AM (twenty minutes ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

his voice does the travis morrison dismemberment plan thing sometimes but less annoyingly so imo.

these guys know how to end a song ay

their drummer, rickie mazzotta, seems good. i like when they rock out the best.

keep coming back to this album having never given the band a chance, and i'm only now diving into the lyrics. thanks for posting this and writing them up for the 'fork, Brad, as well as giving some tips on where to go next with them. the dynamic shifts and little micro-prog stuff are really doing a lot for my anxiety.

tbh it took me two months to get to love this-- was new to the band & i'd heard "hydra" & the opening track first, was esp wowed by the flexibility of the vocal line on the latter, & expected more in that vein (besides "wendy & betsy"). now i love the cyclical progression thru diffusion&accumulation & how the suspension&sprawl is consistently used to textural ends & what austinb mentioned & hopefully people checking it out now will get it p quickly &

still have that initial itch though so spottie's comment xp has me looking forward to prev albums

aw eric i'm so glad you got into this

btw it's the

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SqhysYaktfM

said insect was mechanized

Hoping this does really well in the poll.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kfvJOf8vSJc

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F4fzE7gWi4k

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— mewithoutYou (@mewithoutYou) October 20, 2019

my condolences to brad in this period of mourning

lol

rip my favorite band ;_;

I guess it makes sense to stop after delivering an untoppable album

nooooo. I do hope they play the UK before they quit.

I was coming back to this album a lot in the last few days and getting increasingly fascinated by it. Started reading the lyrics (which are still hard to focus on when listening a lot of the time ime) and, yeah, they're astoundingly dense and hard to understand, which, as noted above, seems to be the point. I thought there might be a lot of pomo irony going on but, reading more interviews with Weiss, guy actually seems pretty earnest about his spiritual inclinations and has a genuine Sufi upbringing, which makes it more interesting. Tried to actually sing "Julia" to figure out how the voice is working with the guitars and realized that he sings right at the very bottom of my (and his, judging from live clips) range - that low G is the lowest note I can sing and I really need to relax to get it consistently - but it means he's generally singing under the guitars, unlike most rock arrangements, while the other guys double him an octave higher when they join in.

(None of that is really meant to be revelatory; just my experiences with the album)

said insect was mechanized

MARIA [the mad]:
I ran to the sea but the sea wouldn’t hide me
The oceans agree there was no one to hide!
Will my story give way to the weight of its gravity?
~self-appointed-cop-and-spokesman-of-the-end-times~
FERDINAND [to the smell of blood]:
Knockneed step and a bent-back spine
No sense of direction besides...
MARIA [unfazed]:
Patterns in the clouds over lake Cascade!
Message in the sounds of the Air Force planes!
[offers claims on an extravagant scale in
Elaborate (if laminated poster board) display about chemtrails]
Tinky’s harp on the wall next to Janis Joplin!
FERDINAND [intoxicated with purple]:
Man, I coulda sworn that I saw
The cosmos in the livestock straw...
MARIA [neither pious nor deranged]:
Early cartography sea creature dragon and all?

I've listened to this 1 million times and I'm still blown away

out beyond ideas
of right and wrong is a field
will i meet you there?

through the eyes of machines viewed immaculate scenes that had already passed me by
all the stars on the ground, noah's ark in the clouds, but the thought in the back of my mind:
"does my misery feed a metaphysical need that's long since passed me by
neither reasoning why nor offering reply?"