Stag Hare arrives in the upper cortex, floating above in a multitude of colors. The acidic pond has been stagnant too long and is now a stream traveled by Spirit Canoes. I would say the album is meditative, but you’re not going to find this purity in some yuppie yoga studio or some pseudo-artist warehouse space. You will find this waking up on a floor, crowded with breathing bodies, to the smell of cinnamon rolls or holding the hand of someone you don’t share a language with, lost in a foreign city.
"A Rose for the White Witch" is some sort of string-driven gamelan in a simulated forest. Hidden tribal drums are buried beneath a slowly growing cloud of bright energy. Live, Stag Hare must envelope all those in close proximity and disintegrate the room to sound. "To Coyoto To Hop" is perfect for an early morning mountain drive, or perhaps, a walk through the city before sunrise when no one else is on the street.
That golden hour where everything is beautiful and calm, when you can melt into the Earth, down through the crust and fuse with the core or travel to the future where ultimate knowledge has been amassed. "Lavender Ravens Tears" is an assemblage of cicadas echoing through a silent city, bouncing off bodegas and down through the subways-- cracking the cement for green to grow. If you have never sat up in the hills until sunrise and forgotten how to think... the time has come.
[Stag Hare Website]
[Buy Spirit Canoe from Hands In The Dark/Inner Islands Records]
bliss out ;-)
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