A shockingly nice review from one of the UK's biggest blogs:
http://www.thelineofbestfit.com/2009/06/the-weather-station-the-line/
The Weather Station started off life as a solo
project of some time Bruce Peninsula choir member Tamara Lindeman. In
response to a personal loss, Lindeman took up her flatmates instruments
and began to play out her sorrows. Learning as she went, she recorded
her songs on a cheap laptop in bedrooms and livingrooms around Toronto
with various friends assisting when and where they could. Recorded over
a period of 4 years, The Line is a project of a deeply
personal nature: an overt expression of one persons despair. Yet
somehow Lindeman manages to take the individual elements of her
personal loss and make them feel somehow universal. Little wonder then
that she has picked up more than a few comparisons with fellow
love-lorn soul Justin “Bon Iver” Vernon.
Opener ‘Waltz’ begins with a minimal plucked banjo and showcases
Lindeman’s delicate, emotion soaked voice intoning tales of being
welcomed in to a family. The way in which the record is recorded lends
a rawness to it; a sparseness that only serves to enhance the emotional
subject matter. Skeletal reverb is abound and accompaniment often
drones and distorts as if it is at the point of breaking. Mostly built
up around Lindeman’s voice and banjo, members of her band add timely
instrumentation to embellish the core sounds, be it ragged cello and
violin on the beautiful ‘Can’t Know’, drones and handclaps on the
sinister twisted folk ‘March’ or ultra distorted guitars and trombone
on ‘Rind’. ‘Coming in to Town’ builds haunting harmonies around a
reverb laden guitar and melodica line to creating a chilling sound,
while ‘Amaranth’ uses found sounds and droning strings to enhance the
urgent feeling of the mostly instrumental piece, with only a low moan
in place of vocals.
While the arrangements on The Line appear to be minimal, in
fact Lindeman frequently adds 30 to 40 tracks of “random embellishment”
to add colour and feeling to her songs. As well as incorporating
deliberate found sounds, creaking pianos and chopping scissors, the
album also features the low, sinister hum of what Lindeman describes as
“the secret language of printers and florescent lights”. On The Line,
The Weather Station manage to combine traditional folk and americana
sounds with these more modern and improvisational textures without
diluting either.
With hypnotic arrangements and Lindeman’s haunting yet vulnerable dark folk melodies The Line showcases
a serious talent emerging. It is an emotionally honest and frank
collection of songs that deal openly with grief, anger, loss and
regret, providing an intense listening experience that may well leave
those that hear it with a prevailing sense of unease. The knowledge
that it was only her loss that made her pick up an instrument and begin
to play makes the accomplished nature of the record all the more
remarkable. While It may not be the most uplifting debut record you
hear this year, it will certainly be one of the best.
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