LADY MAISERY- CYCLE (poetic review)
A dawn chorus whose stalwart shanties wash an ignorance of history past they
approach the day careening in Physis’ circuit, putting a breathy foot to a metal horse.
As an earthy watchmaker sets out her table, she is brought an old face.
Burrowing into these metal shells and eyeing her tested tools, she works it’s body.
A chrome infant meets an ancient quartz, no splinter in the ingot. No fault in the join.
A story begins, a story never ends.
Thoughtful, the trio acknowledge a family’s love; itself a supporting stage.
Then onward in the quiet of night they deliver “A Father’s Lullaby”, a deep loss within a
lavish labyrinth. This rustling fern echoes, it’s court expands
splitting any stone wall, it creates a sculpture of armouring ice. In spirit
it is rather a brooding temper that swells, dances upon a fulcrum
and begets a mournful embrace.
Elsewhere. Be it the Brotherhood or the dissenting diggers;
no grey day, nor loss of sight has moved
the gravel of union or changed the call of the common man.
As the picket lines are emptied and the rain comes,
three birds honour a call from the halls, the canteens, the mills.
And their struggles are not forgotten.
These worked hands turn anew; a heated heart of stories told are spun.
Within it there is one part renewal, then a struggle ensues, and finally action turns to thought.
Lay these words all down. A mysticism teases as a chesnut woman brings unimaginable gifts.
In your mind you see her, dancing on a velvet sheet. Her enigma stays creased but her care of step is truly stellar.
Together they move, together they waltz. In order, a sweet continuum of three fine artists.
Truly an epic of the annum.
It is a great album in every sense of the word.
If you are still not sure, check out a Youtube video of track number 11, “Order and Chaos”, just one example of a singular tune from the album.