Moving Mountain's Pneuma was my summer romance. While everyone at Insound jammed along to their Panda Bear and Belle and Sebastian - or ironic 80s music (of which there was a lot) - I immersed myself on repeat with this small, local band from suburban NYC, my stomping grounds.
Every track on Pneuma is a veritable harmony of perfection; each note, perfectly placed. Composition flawless. And it's one ball of somewhat unintentional genius. From the resounding prowess of "Alastika" to the sweeping splendor of "8105," I can barely think of a single record in my collection that makes me so excited to listen to straight from start to finish. No skipping tracks. Every song better than the last, culmintaing in the categorically epic "Ode We Will Bury Ourselves," my current favorite 8 minutes in music.
I heard back from Mitch of Moving Mountains last night on our MySpace. He confirmed an interview with Melisma for our Fall issue, which totally rules. On top of that, it looks like they're going to be playing here this semester as long as I can get some dates worked out for them. I'm trying to grab them for our Halloween show (Circle Takes The Square, Transistor Transistor, and Junius). Updates as they come.
In the meanwhile, go listen to them and fall in love, too, so I don't seem like a creepy obsessor. That's an order.
1 comment:
hahah "our" myspace. yeah whatever.
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