Below the floorboards I can hear something in the works. It’s twanging and peddling a beat of something new and unheard of. Mac Welch, my friendly downstairs neighbor recently released his debut album, The Familiar Face Circus onto Itunes, Bandcamp.com and various other websites. The compilation of homemade recordings carry a curious mix of nostalgic and raw guitar chord progressions, along with alternative electric infusions. Not a typical musical combination for a release album, but a definite statement of the variety of stylings that Mac has up his sleeve.
The Familiar Face Circus sounds as though Modest Mouse, and local Denver folk artist The Wheel, created a basement mixtape that included the music from their favorite Sega games they had manipulated. When in fact, Northern California native Mac Welch, wrote and compiled these songs. If you could accomplish making a mixtape for an entire day’s experiences, this album would probably have a song for the ups and downs and smiles and frowns, just the all around. The recordings overall are airy and soft, yet maintain a heavy momentum in the deep resonances of their layered melodies. The acoustic songs on The Familiar Face Circus are mellow and dream-like and are carried by heavy tones in its soft-spoken lyrics. In my personal opinion, the acoustic sets are the butter on the bread for this album. Its hollow echoes and driving beats also offer a sense of nostalgia that seems to travel throughout this album, from being in the form of tingling snare beats and rippling melodies, to playful electric pulses. If I dare say so, Mac Welch cuts tracks so well that I would recommend calling him Mac the Knife from here on out.
Clear water in a brilliant bowl,
Pink and white carnations. The light
In the room more like a snowy air,
Reflecting snow. A newly-fallen snow
At the end of winter when afternoons return.
Pink and white carnations - one desires
So much more than that. The day itself
Is simplified: a bowl of white,
Cold, a cold porcelain, low and round,
With nothing more than the carnations there.
Say even that this complete simplicity
Stripped one of all one’s torments, concealed
The evilly compounded, vital I
And made it fresh in a world of white,
A world of clear water, brilliant-edged,
Still one would want more, one would need more,
More than a world of white and snowy scents.
There would still remain the never-resting mind,
So that one would want to escape, come back
To what had been so long composed.
The imperfect is our paradise.
Note that, in this bitterness, delight,
Since the imperfect is so hot in us,
Lies in flawed words and stubborn sounds.
”—This poem has struck a chord with me. Emphasizes how we are never satisfied with what we have, no matter how pristine and ideal. Lately it has really felt that “the imperfect is our paradise.” - Wallace Stevens http://user.icx.net/~richmond/fgcgathering/poemstevens.html
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