Yes, they're the same Feathers who recently popped up on 'Cripple Crow' and yes, this is Devandra's very own imprint. Harking from the Verdant Hills of Vermont and looking like a Children's Illustrated Encyclopaedia entry for 'hippy commune', Feathers sound exactly how you'd imagine; sentimental folk with a dusting of Bryds-style harmonies. Opening with 'Old Black Hal With A Dandelion Flower', lines like "For soaked in lemonleaf, crown of rotten blueberry" manage to sound not half as annoying as you'd think, furnished with a shallow gradient of folk trappings; undulating guitar, mountain dulcimer, lap harp, sitar, banjo and a supersize portion of vocal harmonies. Elsewhere 'To Each His Own' has shades of Elliot Smith fronting the Fairport Convention, 'Ibex Horn' is a besmirched and psych-tinged affair (sounding a bit too much like those bits in The Simpsons where someone 'trips out'), whilst 'Past The Moon' allows me to crack open my weary Wickerman reference. Closing with the sun-dappled and multi-vocalised tones of 'Come Around', the Feathers have produced an opening salvo that is so steeped in a long-lost version of the American dream, it'd be inexorable to do anything other than sit down and join them on the pipe.
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Yes, they're the same Feathers who recently popped up on 'Cripple Crow' and yes, this is Devandra's very own imprint. Harking from the Verdant Hills of Vermont and looking like a Children's Illustrated Encyclopaedia entry for 'hippy commune', Feathers sound exactly how you'd imagine; sentimental folk with a dusting of Bryds-style harmonies. Opening with 'Old Black Hal With A Dandelion Flower', lines like "For soaked in lemonleaf, crown of rotten blueberry" manage to sound not half as annoying as you'd think, furnished with a shallow gradient of folk trappings; undulating guitar, mountain dulcimer, lap harp, sitar, banjo and a supersize portion of vocal harmonies. Elsewhere 'To Each His Own' has shades of Elliot Smith fronting the Fairport Convention, 'Ibex Horn' is a besmirched and psych-tinged affair (sounding a bit too much like those bits in The Simpsons where someone 'trips out'), whilst 'Past The Moon' allows me to crack open my weary Wickerman reference. Closing with the sun-dappled and multi-vocalised tones of 'Come Around', the Feathers have produced an opening salvo that is so steeped in a long-lost version of the American dream, it'd be inexorable to do anything other than sit down and join them on the pipe.
Yes, they're the same Feathers who recently popped up on 'Cripple Crow' and yes, this is Devandra's very own imprint. Harking from the Verdant Hills of Vermont and looking like a Children's Illustrated Encyclopaedia entry for 'hippy commune', Feathers sound exactly how you'd imagine; sentimental folk with a dusting of Bryds-style harmonies. Opening with 'Old Black Hal With A Dandelion Flower', lines like "For soaked in lemonleaf, crown of rotten blueberry" manage to sound not half as annoying as you'd think, furnished with a shallow gradient of folk trappings; undulating guitar, mountain dulcimer, lap harp, sitar, banjo and a supersize portion of vocal harmonies. Elsewhere 'To Each His Own' has shades of Elliot Smith fronting the Fairport Convention, 'Ibex Horn' is a besmirched and psych-tinged affair (sounding a bit too much like those bits in The Simpsons where someone 'trips out'), whilst 'Past The Moon' allows me to crack open my weary Wickerman reference. Closing with the sun-dappled and multi-vocalised tones of 'Come Around', the Feathers have produced an opening salvo that is so steeped in a long-lost version of the American dream, it'd be inexorable to do anything other than sit down and join them on the pipe.