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Kira Kira: Feathermagnetik

Published June 15, 2012

I tend to vacillate between indifference and enjoyment when it comes to more ambient music and such was my mood that, at first, ‘Feathermagnetik’ didn’t really register. ‘Feathermagnetik’ supposedly marks a shift towards darker territory for Kira Kira, but at first it just functioned as an aural wash. In truth, it kinda bored me.
But something drew me back. So I turned up the volume. It was then that ‘Feathermagnetik’ came alive. The ripples became full blown waves, buffeting me from side to side. The brass parts, instead of sounding weak and disconnected as before, now sound like clarion calls. I peer outside and a small cadre of animals has formed, looking towards my window expectantly. I can do little to help them. They will have to find Kira Kira to receive further instruction.
This all builds to the latent aggression of “Hamar,” which serves as the most musical track on ‘Feathermagnetik.’ It could maybe have amped up the aggression and volume a bit, but I am a sucker for musical resolution, so maybe not.
Either way, it’s a thumbs up from me.


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