The Weather Station

Latest addition to my music collection and pretty much on repeat: The Weather Station’s latest (self titled) album.

I think what I love most about the album are the lyrics – they’re all little stories that sound “real”, perhaps autobiographical. In the booklet, they’re not written as verses, but as sentences in paragraphs instead. You can just read them – then hearing them sung is surprising.

In an attempt to categorize the music, I would perhaps say it is… Folk rock? Alternative rock? I really don’t know – I’m out of my element here, and it may very well be that the album remains an isolated item of the genre in my collection.

The stand-out track is without doubt “Thirty”, which begins cute, somewhat quirky even perhaps, and then rises, depending on where you want to begin from either 1:30, 1:45 or 2:00 on, with an absolutely fantastic progression into a, for lack of better words, equally smooth, direct and cool punch, with words, that culminate into a brief solo.

Gas stations I laughed in, I noticed fucking everything: the light, the reflections, different languages, your expressions. We would fall down laughing, effervescent, and all over nothing, all over nothing. Just as though it was a joke, my whole life through, all of the pain and the sorrow I knew, all of the tears that had fallen from my eyes; I can’t say why. We walked in the park; under the shade, I avoided your eyes. I was ashamed of my own mind, no SSRIs, my day as dark as your night.

There’s an openness in these words, insight, clarity, maturity, an acceptance of one’s own vulnerability – and Lindeman sings them with her voice going on a little roller-coaster, up and and down (you may be glad to read though that it is free from any resemblance of yodeling, thankfully). I love this.

Other tracks that I really like are “Free”, “Power”, “Impossible”, “I don’t know what to say”. Upon first listen, the instrumentation appears almost sparse, yet bold at the same time. On repeat listens, little details gently surface (noticed the flute in the closing verse of “Thirty”?), things to discover – that’s how music should be.

Thoughts? Let me hear them.

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