Review Summary: The prettiest of tender voices.
Did you hear that thud behind your back? No? I empathize; chance has brought you to Moritas Doji’s
Mother Sky. Here broods a most serene tone, accompanied by the prettiest of tender voices on the very verge of tears. The sky is painted grey. Discomfort has a firm grip of your conscious. At the same time it’s an all so very peaceful and quiet event. The storm that brought a mess upon your everyday life finally passed. What you need now is something to transcend your busy mind. Nothing and no one will be able to shape circles above the water as long as it’s her voice that sounds through the living room. Silence is imminent, and you feel content.
You’ll be met with an emotional assertion of chamber folk. But the songs she sings aren’t partial to soothing broken hearts – they’ve been written with careful attention, performed with virtuous finesse. Modest violins unite with a piano, flutes and sparse synthesizers, bordered by lyrics in Japanese.
Our Mistake shines with seductive ease,
A Carrier Pigeon with affective choirs,
Best Spring with an up-tempo contrast and
Today Is The Miracle Morning through a crescendo-like climax. The sound is mostly conquered by acoustic guitars with very few moments of percussive interaction in accord with additional instruments. The formula is not of complex, but of tidy character. It’s a largely well hidden and overlooked gem that originates from the 70’s psychedelic folk scene; however don’t think Comus – think Nick Drake. One doesn’t delight in
Mother Sky with a cigarette filter between the fingers but rather with a cup of tea, veiled in deep thought. Feel the strings tickle your skin and how Doji ensures you that everything will be okay as long as you confront your worries with cerebral peace.
For the answer to why
Mother Sky plays such a therapeutic role to the listener lies within its ensuring calm. Morita Doji wrote psychedelic folk but there’s more to it than that. Fact is,
Mother Sky is linked to a type of mindset that can actually be traced back to pop music. It’s not about a wide-ranging façade – it’s about connecting to the feelings of an individual. Punch comes in varied shape and here it’s embodied in remedial harmony. Come; rest your weary head to the sound of her voice. Emotions speak a universal tongue.
That thud by the way, did you catch it?
