Posts filed under ‘Timber Timbre’
Okay, how in the hell did I miss a new Timber Timbre record release this month!? The spooky Ontario folk outfit, featuring brilliant lead singer Taylor Kirk, released a 10-track album, “Hot Dreams”, on April first via Arts and Crafts. It’s the follow-up to the Polaris Music Prize short-listed “Creep On Creepin’ On” (2011). Since the release, Timber Timbre is sharing an alternate version of “Curtains!?”, featuring the dark, deep vocals of Fiver, solo project of Toronto singer-songwriter Simone Schmidt, also known for fronting The Highest Order. The song is sinister sounding, and I can hear hints of a 70s-porno kind of sensual aesthetic: “Picture me a magazine / Empty the night / No there isn’t much redeeming / About this dawn and breaking light.” – David D. Robbins Jr.
Here’s a new video from the tongue-in-cheek Canadian-sultan of the dark arts, Timber Timbre. “Too Old To Die Young” is a track off his latest 2011 release, “Creep On Creepin’ On”, and can be purchased here at Arts & Crafts. It’s another wonderfully playful but sinister sounding song from Taylor Kirk, that finds the song’s protagonist looking out for himself when all the shit hits the fan, “These signs of natural disasters / Predictions of a brutal force / In case you’re thinking of escaping / Before you wake, I’ll take your horse.” Video by Jesi the Elder. Timber Timbre will also offer vinyl reissues of the band’s first two recordings, “Cedar Shakes” (2005) and “Medicinals” (2007). These re-releases are available now for the first time physically, but only at the at Timber Timbre shows. See the band on November 23rd in London, Ontario at Aeolian Hall, Nov. 25th in Guelph, Ontario at Dublin Street United Church and on Nov. 28th in Toronto at Queen Elizabeth Theatre. — David D. Robbins Jr.
Here’s the official music video for “Bad Ritual” by Canada’s resident crafter of spells, Timber Timbre. “Bad Ritual” is a dark track from his latest album “Creep On Creepin” available via Arts & Crafts label. It follows on the heels of his video for “Black Water”. I reviewed this record for Their Bated Breath, which you can read here. Here’s a taste: “His songs are filled to the ghoulish brim with forests, apparitions, screeches, spells, zombies, seances, hypnotists, disparate noises, devils, a wedding of blackbirds, howling sax, and spiritual necrophilia.” Read other archived posts about the music of Timber Timber here. The video was produced by Victoria Stusiak, directed and edited by Olivier Groulx. – David D. Robbins Jr.
Timber Timbre may be the master of the dark and somber arts, but he’s still got a cool sense of humor. Watch and listen to his new video for “Black Water”, a song where sadness can be overcome with a just a touch of sunshine: “And from the island, people watched you / You set that Viking ship ablaze / We reached the moon falls / I see a cauldron / And found the spirit that I craved / All I need is some sunshine / All I need …” Read an archived Their Bated Breath review of Timber Timbre’s new record here. — David D. Robbins Jr.
Timber Timbre is in love with the dark. “Creep On Creepin’ On” is lead singer Taylor Kirk reveling in it. His songs are filled to the ghoulish brim with forests, apparitions, screeches, spells, zombies, seances, hypnotists, disparate noises, devils, a wedding of blackbirds, howling sax, and spiritual necrophilia. In 2009, he sung of a loved-one digging up the body of her lover with a Swiss-Army knife and ‘reviving’ the decomposed and scaly corpse. “Lay Down in the Tall Grass” was a stunning, masterful mix of spook-blues, as beautifully twisted as “I Put A Spell On You”, written in 1956 by the nose-bone wearing Screamin’ Jay Hawkins before him. When Timber Timbre is at its best, like on the track “Demon Host” from 2009’s self-titled LP, it’s easy to fall into the Gothic spell of disquieting half-spoken ghost stories and their low and sinister rumblings. Some of the songs feel like they’re created with a wink and a nod, but they’re always sung and played with sincerity. That’s their charm. Kirk’s voice is like some Halloween Elvis, heavily reverbed, the last words of his verses falling off the edge, plopping like a pebble into a murky pond.
The first song on the new record, “Bad Ritual”, is an enchantingly gut-bucket return to dead-love. A tip-toeing piano grind nuzzles-up against a murderous guitar moan like a black cat on your leg. It’s a seance to noir sensibilities, a mix of sexy allure and danger. It’s the dead of night. The clock has stopped ticking. There’s a head on the bed. “Bad Ritual” unfolds into these pretty and goosebump-inducing lyrics: “There is a history in pictures / There’s evidence in boxes / There is proof of your love for him, long after it’s dead … / I saw your levitating chair / I found your long blonde hairs / I felt your poltergeist present in the frame of the bed.” The song is both sexual strut and phantasm love ode. It’s utterly gorgeous.