New Canadiana :: Young Mother – Future Classics
From the shrink-wrapped explosion of James Lindsay:
This record works like a mushroom that is large and ivory, whose roots run allover the last fifty years of modern music for miles and is visible from the space station; where psychedelic rock and Philip Glass’ film scores sit down to write pop songs together. I believe the expression is “radio rhizome”. Upon each listen of Young Mother’s debut LP it becomes harder and harder to imagine anything it can’t do. Just now it made me a drink, something deep blue and brandy based, then we flipped through The Big Book of Krautrock together before finally leaving the house (we’ve been inside for days now, trying to finish our thesis on Dewey Redman) to meet Slim Twig, possibly the only person who can possibly understand where we’re at this moment. We thought it was still day, but when we step out we’re surprised at how dark and noisy it is.