***The lush, melancholy world of MONK PARKER has a thousand indirect referents, touchstones hidden in the cinema (Lynch, Wong Kar Wei), the library (Transtromer, McCarthy, Bruno Schulz) and the museum (Saul Leiter, George Shiras, Anselm Keifer). It is located diffusely, in the dark, hidden places of America, from the empty midday honky-tonks of Austin to the ghost-crowded highways of the foggy northern forests. Within his own field—music—his antecedents comprise a half-forgotten, mournful legion. He came to the practice of music late, and after briefly forming and dismantling two bands in the early aughts (THE LOW LOWS, PARKER & LILY), his debut solo album arrived in 2016, coinciding with his 40th birthday. That album was the result of a sudden & debilitating—though ultimately temporary—illness that ended his years in New York City and took him back to the family farm outside Austin, where, over three years of recuperation, hundreds of hours of music was recorded, mostly in an unused welding shed by the banks of the Blanco River. Involving over 30 musicians (including friends from OKKERVIL RIVER, THE POLYPHONIC SPREE, HEAVY TRASH and SWANS), the sessions revolved around a slew of vibraphones & vintage organs, steel guitars, a raft of cinematic strings and an intricately orchestrated brass section that manages to evoke both stax/volt-style balladry and Neutral Milk cacophony. Drawn mostly from the same huge batch of sickbed recordings, the Crown of Sparrow is both majestic and feral, it’s tension hidden beneath a scratched-surface warmth, a woozy country narcosis, with layers...
LP $18.50
08/04/2017