I have a cousin called Bruce, he lives in Dapto and this band sounds nothing like him. This is a truly remarkable album – a theatrical journey down canyons, through gullies, over sweeping prairies. It sounds like hollering back and forth to a dear family member across an unfathomable canyon.
I don’t know the main vocalist’s name but this guy’s voice is sublime – similar to the whispered growl of M. Ward, but manlier, grainier, like ragged cliffs beaten by the ocean.
This album is large, epic, theatrical. Many of the tracks feature call and response between the growly man and a shouting chorus of men and women creating a lush soundscape like no other. This album is emotionally complex: at once aggressive, calming, and uplifting.
A Mountain is a Mouth sounds like hunting for survival in the wilderness, running through a forest being chased by a loping bear, crossing a choppy sea in a small canoe, arriving on a rugged undiscovered land with your tribe, your people; a chorus of them.
I can’t really single any tracks out, they all run together through this epic journey; a piece of music and of myth. A Mountain is a Mouth a weighty, wild, moving masterpiece.