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Gallowsbird's Bark

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The Fiery Furnaces

 
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One of 2003’s most ear-popping debut releases.

  • We Say...

    Write it on the blackboard fifty times: I will not make obvious White Stripes comparisons. I will not make obvious White Stripes comparisons. I will not… aw, screw it.

    Unlike Jack and Meg White, Matthew and Eleanor Friedberger really are siblings, and their feral 2003 debut unearths the sort of weirdly personal details that only a blood brother and sister could invent. From out of the pair’s burbling Brooklyn basement, Matthew whips up a frenzy of spare-part sounds from across three decades of outsider rock — equal parts Muddy Waters, Patti Smith and Captain Beefheart, with a healthy dose of Pavement’s laff-a-minute pop-culture in-jokes tossed in for good measure.

    Meanwhile, Eleanor’s singing is oddly reminiscent of, uh, Jack White’s upper register as she relates tales of day-job ennui (“I slit my wrists with my Swingline/ Copied myself five hundred times”) and absurdist dislocated pseudo-Dylanisms (“I got a cold but I was way down South, standin’ out in the heat”) before kicking the mic back to Matthew for the pièce de résistance, a needle jabbed directly at the heart of the White Stripes balloon (“in the Cracker Barrel dumpster I found a bag/ Red white striped, I opened it, gag”). In between these poles lay a bundle of vintage-sounding travelogues (“Bright Blue Tie” schleps merrily to Sweden; the single “Tropical Ice-Land” is so sticky-sweet it could serve as a Spinanes outtake), the better to lead the band’s audience down (recovered) memory lane.

    It takes truly dedicated art-wonks to make such conceptually-formal fare, but the pair’s creaky, vintage sounds produced one of 2003’s most ear-popping debut releases.

  • They Say...

    While the Fiery Furnaces arrived in a music scene teeming with bands formed by brothers and sisters (or, at least, by people who claim to be) and bands from New York, on their debut album, Gallowsbird's Bark, this brother-and-sister-led group from New York manages to avoid the pitfalls that those superficial similarities suggest. It's true that garage rock and post-punk form the foundations of the band's style, but the Fiery Furnaces' loose-limbed music also incorporates folk, blues, and music hall, setting them worlds apart from the stylish, often jaded sounds of their fellow New Yorkers. In fact, the band doesn't sound like it's from anywhere in particular. Gallowsbird's Bark's name and wonky twists and turns hint at a British influence, but at heart, the Fiery Furnaces are scavengers and vagabonds, with rambling songs about roaming (the album isn't decorated with imagery from maps for nothing). "Bright Blue Tie" is a whimsically detailed travelogue of Sweden, and although "Tropical Ice-Land" may not be an actual destination, its shimmering folk-pop makes it no less vivid. A sense of fun is also palpable on Gallowsbird's Bark, partly because Eleanor Friedberger sings lyrics like "I gave my cell phone to my cousin/He plays the threats that I get to his friends at school" like an elegant dare, and partly because the pianos that grace nearly every track emphasize their playful theatricality. Songs like "Inca Rag/Name Game" and "Bow Wow" have a strangely jolly, vintage flair, as though they're from some lost songbook from the turn of the century -- although which century isn't exactly clear. Even when the Fiery Furnaces take turns toward the menacing, as on "Leaky Tunnel" and the paranoid, elliptically political album closer, "We Got Back the Plague," a dry wit runs through their songs that keeps them from being dour. Some of the album's best moments manage to be fun and menacing at the same time. The nervy "I'm Gonna Run" features a great distillation of on-the-job ennui ("Slit my wrists with my Swingline/Copied myself 500 times"), and "Don't Dance Her Down" could soundtrack a bar fight. While songs like "Crystal Clear" and "Two Fat Feet" sound dizzying and jumbled at first, eventually their gleeful chaos settles into something a little more orderly, but no less mischievous. A fantastic debut album that only gets richer and better with more listens, Gallowsbird's Bark is more fully formed and daring than most second or third albums from many bands. It's a work full of mysterious fun, and the fact that its oddly old sound makes it one of 2003's freshest albums is one of the least mysterious things about it.

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