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Destruction reigns on Phylactery Factory, from the crumbling art deco house that opens the album to the beached whale slowly rotting away at its center. The first album from White Hinterland — a group helmed and directed by Boston singer/songwriter Casey Dienel — Factory is one big obituary, a testament to a world where all that glitters is probably decaying from the inside.
You'd never know it from just a casual listen. Casey Dienel sings with a kind of Baroque relish, rolling and hiccupping phrases, making each line as deliberately sculpted and richly embellished as a white marble balustrade. It's tempting to compare her fluttering delivery to Nellie McKay's, but Dienel isn't nearly as whimsical or aloof or sarcastic. Instead, her songs are straight darkness — a long black night at the jazz club Ozymandius. "Hometown Hooray" may open like a trolley ride into the Land of Make-Believe, with glittering vibraphone and two-step piano, but give Dienel just two minutes and the song becomes a grim lullaby for a slain soldier who died for no good reason. "Dreaming of Plum Trees," a breathless jazz vamp built around a tumbling keyboard phrase, introduces a barefoot little girl only to have her… read more »