Island Intervals

by Death Vessel

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Death Vessel’s Joel Thibodeau’s slender, winsome voice, at once so comforting and so unsettling might be the greatest of his many strengths. Reed-thin but sturdy, youthful but somehow ageless, its deep benevolence is also slightly eerie, and the way he gently walks the line between intense feeling and contemplative remove lets him sing from a timeless place where he evokes the beauty of vanished people and places, sweetness too profound for words, loss too great for tears. Joel’s is a voice that demands its own sonic and lyrical world, and with Island Intervals, his third record as Death Vessel (and second for Sub Pop), we’re treated to the sound of him finding a rich and strange new home among new friends in Iceland who probably saw him as a long-lost relative. For his first album since 2008’s acclaimed Nothing Is Precious Enough for Us, Joel traveled to Reykjavik on an invitation from Sigur Ros singer Jónsi and producer Alex Somers, where they spent three months together conjuring an album that’s both a song cycle and a window into a mysterious and singular landscape.

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released 25 February 2014

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That Joel Thibodeau’s slender, winsome voice is at once so comforting and so unsettling might be the greatest of his many strengths. Like Nico’s or Phil Elverum’s, Joel’s is a voice that demands its own sonic and lyrical world, and with Island Intervals, his third record as Death Vessel, we’re treated to the sound of him finding a rich and strange new home among new friends in Iceland. ... more

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Track Name: Ejecta
backing Blackrock dirt and other derring-do
bouncy castles home the exhaled youth
who gather on the strand with sprinkles in each hand going to battle blowhards thinking that they will lose
the water will casually follow its route the cage-bird will gradually go cuckoo
double piercings and striated brows clowning around at risk of falling out
the water will casually follow its route
the cage-bird will gradually go cuckoo
well, the water will actually fill the whole room and the bird will be better off flying the coop
back in Blackrock worlds are turning around subterranean rifts are showing on the ground
let's gather on the strand in mittens made by hand and go the way of all ejecta living unbound
the water will casually follow its route
and the cage-bird will gradually go cuckoo well, the water will actually fill the whole room and the bird will be better off flying the coop
Track Name: Velvet Antlers
I require liquid Europa
hacking at her frozen globe for an iota
I have an unbridled ideation
jumping over every moon with indignation
velvet antlers out of reach
knowing no anchor and knowing no beach
I make a frost flower demarcation
I lay down in tightened boots with vegetation
velvet antlers out of reach
knowing no anchor and knowing no beach
Europa, throw the spear
I am only a lone white deer with a prior far, faraway velvet antlers in late decay
I don't want to know anything in the least
every animal is a certain kind of beast
I don't want to know about anything in the least every animal is a certain kind of beast
Track Name: Triangulated Heart
triangulated heart, it's no matter that you are so downright bizarre–all obtuse and angular triangulated heart
for the nonce I will dream of when we jointly preened triangulated heart
souped-up on things–futures told agree
reddened, yet appeased–I walked in place, at least triangulated heart
for the nonce I will dream of when we jointly preened triangulated heart
souped-up on things–futures told agree
reddened, yet appeased, I walked in place at least then that paper dart cut right through our rocky guard triangulated heart
Track Name: Mercury Dime
struck too high, Ma Bell bleeds
from the melt to the die
from the die to the deep
Elsie Moll–oh, where are you?
show your feathers on the floor of the wavy blue
there I go looking away, looky-loo
when I wade in a fountain over you thirteen ways of looking mercurially blue when I gaze at a mountain out of view
going blind going through you
I go walking in the wild
I go walking in a room
purpled mind, hold on in lieu
of a fortune evermore in the wavy blue
there I go looking away, looky-loo
when I wade in a fountain over you thirteen ways of looking mercurially blue when I gaze at a mountain out of view
Track Name: Ilsa Drown (feat. Jónsi)
Drown makes holes large and hollow in deep woodland snow you ought to know Windigo is so cold
huge among Algonquian
you'll be awful, shrewd and cloud-tall ghoulishly loud, you ought to know
Drown's also dripping with cold soak–her gown gapes low you ought to know, though, many have fell to her pistol huge and full of Bangor juice
you'll be awful, shrewd and cloud-tall ghoulishly loud, you ought to know you ought to know
Ilsa Drown tried
Ilsa Drown, Ilsa Drown truth be known
for awhile you'll be awful, shrewd and cloud-tall ghoulishly loud, you ought to know
you ought to know
Track Name: Island Vapors
the wooden ladder on the wall depends upon two separate rooms growing higher and higher with every hesitative move
on all-fours I start to crawl against the wall and upwardly
then I grow tired of trying to walk on floors that have no cling anymore or if they ever did
the wooden ladder in the yard hangs along two conifers growing higher and higher with every sun and every moon
made and broke in a hilly island place you won't break I won't break—I embrace my home base
island vapors loom
the wooden ladder isn't long (it only goes from right to wrong) it goes from a place where I have been to where I'm going
all alone in a hilly island place you won't break I won't break—I embrace my home base island vapors loom
move
island place you won't break
I won't break—I embrace my home base island vapors loom
Track Name: We Agreed
beyond the sky where the dark has no light
nighty-night, I know I couldn't get to you
put your old canoe on the wharf to dry under your new moon
in outer space I will find a good place
for the dried pawpaw and wahoo, too
have a home brew on the wharf tonight when I sing about you
ode to the leaves lay me on the moon
skipping a stone on a lake they had cloned
I'm inclined to do what I'm going to do
put what's left of you in the water in spite, but I wouldn't have to
we agreed that life keeps on going
a reach we'll never be knowing
the price–all the presently lonely and doomed
no earth to turn, no blubber to burn breath new life elsewhere or else we lose ancient lyre or a poison device
glaciers retired
beyond the sky where the dark has no light
nighty-night, I know I couldn't get to you
have a home brew on the wharf tonight under your new moon
we agreed that life keeps on going
a reach we'll never be knowing in truth
we agreed that life keeps on going
a reach we'll never be knowing
always and forever foregoing
the price–all the presently lonely and doomed
Track Name: Loom
I don't want to owe you my only open road to goodbye
what's come undone has proudly gone on dinning growing louder than our clouded-up beginning the island fog now covering your figure
or the wreckage in the caption to your picture
I don't want to owe you my only open road to goodbye
I don't know what to do when the universe is in my room black holes to prove, which creatures to amuse
I don't know how to behave when there's nothing in my way battles to choose, which creatures to refuse
I don't want to owe you my only open road to goodbye