Listened all the way through Mount Eerie’s “Wind’s Poem” on the train ride home tonight. Sounded like classic Phil Elverum, minus the charm. Minus the attention to detail. It felt big, weighty, and murky. The immensity of the sound he tried to create in the louder moments was so blurry that the sense of scale was lost. The album also felt like it was lacking the “will-to-be” of his earlier work. His melodies and musical ideas were often carried by his voice’s gentle weariness. It seemed like he was meandering this time around. I know the feeling. The music felt like it was written in an isolated space, with a limited feeling of the expanse of the world. That strikes me as odd, especially since his works have always had a thought to the “elements.”

Ahhhh. But then again: the music triggered an emotion in me, one that I equate with a smaller sense of the world, of a certain boring depression. Of course I would have trouble with the record! More later. I’ll listen more tomorrow!