Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Mimicking Birds: Earthly and Supernatural

Nate Lacy's virtuosic acoustic finger-picking wraps rhythm and rhymes around spiraling melodies

By Laurel Brauns

Mimicking Birds plays Mississippi Studios in Portland May 16 and you should be in the audience.

Mimicking Birds makes music that is at once earthly and supernatural. Concepts such as environmental destruction and biological infinity are channeled into songs that sound as if they are coming from distant atmospheres or other planets—with their own versions of sun, moon and stars.

At the center is Nate Lacy.  His last release was in 2010 (too long ago!) with Glacial Pace Recordings. Tracks were “home recorded” at Isaac Brock’s house, with producers Brock and Clay Jones at the helm. Though a new album is yet to grace our ears, Lacy's warblings are worth hearing live tomorrow whether you are a seasoned listener or new recruit.

Lacy’s virtuosic acoustic finger-picking wraps rhythm and rhymes around spiraling melodies; his voice as sweet, sad and complex as Ray LaMontange’s, (sans the bluesy undertones) with hints of Dave Matthew's tremolo and Brock's phrasing. The effect is a songwriterly version of Modest Mouse’s The Moon and Antarctica—with playful distortion, meaty electric nuance and enough gadgetry at arms-length to launch these acoustic songs into an ethereal realm.

But what carries the record through is the intimate nature of Lacy’s vocals. He glides easily between mumbles, colloquial asides and melodic whispers. Sometimes, like an elusive silver coin, we even hear his shimmering tenor.

I’ve listened to this record hundreds of times, and it never gets boring because of the sonic and thematic complexity. Lacy appears to mull and process an intriguing number of ideas that feel at once as big as the universe and as small as a sprouting seed. He writes about all of this with poetic clarity, but never lets his words muddle up the song.

Lyrics from “Pixels,” for example, reference Cannon Beach on the Oregon Coast. The song is about a beach, but also not about a beach at all:

Cannon Beach

You’re such a sweet life

Hard knowing what you’re going to be like

When your ocean conditions are so hard to predict

All I know is that you’ll be there,

I know you’ll always be there and different every time

Cannon Beach

Indian and Short Sands

Constantly moving between your coves and headlands

Protecting this section of sea from the wind

Along with me and my good friends

I know they’ll always be there and the same all the time

Canon Beach

Sorry what we’re doing

Carelessly wasting and so rapidly using

And in doing so bruising your soul

Burning a hole with coal

I swear its not me, I’m too small


See Mimicking Birds at Mississippi Studios in Portland on May 16 with opening act, When the Broken Bow. Get tickets here

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