Phylactery Factory

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Total Tracks: 9   Total Length: 45:49

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J. Edward Keyes has been writing about music for nearly 15 years, a fact he occasionally finds terrifying. His work has appeared in Rolling Stone, the Village V...more »

03.03.08
The delicate sound of plunder.
Label: Dead Oceans / SC Distribution

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 »

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yes please

EMUSIC-01A2F114

Not for everyone but rather addicting if appreciated. A type of jazz based Joanna Newsom creativity.

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Do You Know The Way To San Jose (via Boston)?

Evil.2win

A more twee version of Jolie Holland (Be Good Tanyas) on vocals and even, dare I say, a "young Dionne Warwick" is channeled on some of these offerings. It's a toss up as to whether I like this a little or a lot. I think I may have "heard the sound before" too many times to really love it, though. But it is good...

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WOW

Grooberman

Hell yeah, this is crazygood! Feels like the sound of... going to a sophisticated jazz bar - but being brazenly naked, and playing a kazoo! Or something like that.

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LOVE IT!

smilesandheat

I LOVE CASEY AND HER CUTE FLAPJACKS!!!!!

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Boston-based singer/songwriter Casey Dienel made her recorded debut with 2006′s Wind-Up Canary, a quirky, somewhat scattershot but often excellent collection of jazz-influenced pop songs. White Hinterland’s Phylactery Factory is for all intents and purposes Dienel’s second album: she is the singer, sole songwriter, and keyboardist, and although it’s considerably more lush in its arrangements, Phylactery Factory is musically a complete stylistic continuation of her debut. Dienel was only 20 when Wind-Up Canary was recorded, and has matured considerably in the intervening years: there’s a consistency of tone in her songwriting that was less evident on her debut, and though her voice is still something of an acquired taste (comparisons to Lavender Diamond’s Becky Stark, Laura Nyro, and even Joanna Newsom are appropriate), her vocals come off considerably less mannered this time out. The four-piece band is supplemented by perfectly deployed horns, strings, vibes, and other instruments (including, on “Hung on a Thin Thread,” what sounds like a musical saw), giving the album a musical depth that matches perfectly with thoughtful songs like the heartbreaking the-war-at-home narrative “Hometown Hooray” and the jaundiced, romantic ruminations of “Dreaming of the Plum Trees.” With songs ranging from the swelling martial rush of “Napoleon at Waterloo” to the stark voice and mandolin closer “Vessels,” Phylactery Factory is a varied, endlessly listenable album that moves Casey Dienel from promising newcomer to genuine talent, no matter what she calls herself. – Stewart Mason

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