Isobella A 24 Syllable Haiku

Format: CD.
Year Of Release: 2001.
Label: Clairecords.
Label reference #: FERN 021.
TK Mailorder Reference ID: M10859
Approximate release date: November 27, 2001.
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Number in stock: 7
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Track listing:

1. "Olive"
2. "Kidnap Someone And Make Them Happy"
3. "Diana's Secret Star"
4. "Illuminous Insect"
5. "Half Man, Half Circle"
6. "Autopilot"
7. "Reflections"
8. "Beneath The Flood"
9. "Broken Verbs"
10. "Traces"

Twee Kitten review of A 24 Syllable Haiku
by Keith Mclachlan

The titular claim of 'classic' american shoegazing album has never had cause to be applied to any domestic recording, has it? It appears that while as an artform shoegazing is most healthily practiced only in the USA that it is also distressingly quite rare to find an album that mines the form for anything consistently lovely. Many will claim the Lilys but they were incessant bores before they began rewriting Kinks songs, or maybe the Swirlies but they always had that penchant for trying to sound like the godawful Sonic Youth to hold them back and when they did make a classic record it was more about loops and angularties than the classic fuzz of 1991 Thames Valley. Clairecords is still in the hunt or I should label it a quest really and they thusly unleash the second Isobella full length and truth be sworn had they a singer to compare with the likes of Goswell or Sheriff they could have been a contender. Not that this isn't almost entirely lovely but she can't with her voice make me need to shed a tear. Her voice is used mainly as manipulator of the records sonic texture and less as emotional frequency oscillator. To say Ms Isobella's voice is a bit monotonous is not overstating it, it is duly out front and bravely exhibited only problem is that it still does not rise above the wonderfully epic cacophonous accompaniment or even complement. This really is a story that needs to be captured, a documentary needs to be entered in Sundance sometime soon about the lost tribe of american shoegazers drawn in by the false prophets with names like Drop Nineteens and Medicine waiting for their deliverance from the wrangles of bands with one too many Pavement and Big Black records in their past. Isobella is no false prophet, more a faithful servant of the creed creating an album of loveliness that is a more docile sort of pretty than the devastating sort that seemed to be so effortlessly churned out in 1991 by even the likes of Revolver.



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