Ok, so purchase of this solo album from Sara Forslund will grant you not only a record of woozily intimate singer-songwriting, but also the following: pages from the artist’s own journals, her poems in Swedish, leaves, moss, tobacco, ‘lipstick smudges’, the works really. This mad box is strictly limited to one per customer! On Time Sensitive Materials.
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- TSM02 / Limited art edition CD on Time Sensitive Materials in bespoke box with photos, poems, pipe tobacco, lipstick smudges etc. Edition of 63 copies. ONE COPY PER CUSTOMER
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- Water Became Wild by Sara Forslund
8/10 Robin Staff review, 15 July 2015
Sara Forslund’s new album is pretty hard to listen to, in so far as you have to pass through styrofoam protectors, lyric sheets as long as Moses’ tablets, and vials of tobacco before you get to the actual CD. When you finally worm your way to it, though -- after what I presume is one meek cigarette -- you’re rewarded with a delightfully stilling piece of music; from the staunchly breathed vocals and warming piano twinkles that open this record, one feels immediately cut off from whatever world they happen to be existing in at that moment. This is music so sparse it blocks everything else out.
While the record begins on tremors of neo-classical as dramatic as Sigur Ros, Forslund proves herself to be a subtly revealing folk musician; “Water became wild” is a track in which both her vocals and her strums are whispered, with cello and violin beckoning the listener in rather than bringing about a higher order of melodrama. “Water became wild” suggests a calm artist sitting in the eye of a storm, the pouring rain and crashing cymbals sounding like a force she’s resisting. “Did you ever” recalls a variety of artists who upend their acoustic strums with fireplace bass: it sounds like the Mountain Goats’ wrapping up on ‘Get Lonely’; Nick Drake playing from a chair in his living room; Jessica Pratt watching the weather go by from her window. The ominous picked mumble of “Twisted Wind” finds comfort in brief but necessary vocal harmonies. This is all cold weather music coming inside.
Parts of this record are incredibly cosy, but there’s still time for Forslund to make the ascendent music worthy of her luxury album boxset. On “Morning is leaving”, she placates her downcast vocal with grandiose piano that sounds like it exists on a different celestial plain. For the most part this is earthy folk music; sometimes it sounds like flying.
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