I was (kind of) introduced to Her Name is Calla by Worriedaboutsatan, another one of those bands who can't find the space bar, only these guys can make some pretty decent stuff, unlike codenameismilo etc. Anyway, I'm digressing. Because Worried... kept on posting about Her Name... I kinda figured it was another band making dark electronic, nice to mope to and listen to on the bus at night. Oh, how I was wrong. Her Name Is Calla, in fact, make some of the most beautiful, epic music I've heard.

I think what is most important to mention here is that you can't really pigeon hole this album. It's an album that transcends genres. It can start off dissonant or subtly cacophonic, as it does in opener 'Moss Giant', before opening out into a landscape of sound, at once both experimental and accessible. In songs like this, a gentle mix of field recording and abstract bows with layers ebbed in, that you can see the talent and patience of Her Name..., the way they can build up a mammoth sound using minimalistic principals, overwhelming and, at times, consciously suffocating, but at the drop of a hat, develop and evolve a breathing space. The interesting parts of this album include the silence, the juxtaposition of nothing after everything.

The best demonstration of this is in the two tracks 'Interval 1' and 'Condor and River'. 'Interval 1' listens more as a great instrumental. It certainly doesn't feel like an interval, it feels like a transition. It's not a break from the tracks, it's an appetiser for the mammoth 17 minute 'Condor and River'. As full of noise 'Interval 1' is, field recordings and meandering guitar, 'Condor and River' is empty. For the first 2 minutes and 20 seconds it is nothing but guitar and occasional feedback. It can test the patience but it can also be so rewarding, it fits into the album as a whole, as a concept.

The feeling of a whole album is ever-present here. Everything from the slow starts, to the swelling of the almost math rock crashing of 'Condor and River' just makes it whole. It's a creature from start to end, all composed with almost classical attention to detail, every song, every note carefully slotted in where it can do the most damage, every piano key hit with deadly precision as to soften each nerve. These tracks are movements really in the album of The Quiet Lamb. Even ignoring the ever cryptic lyrics, this album tells a story.

The biggest threat to this album is the fact it requires patience, which is something not a lot of people will give an album. It's closer to a film in a way I guess, it's something you can only listen to once really, it all makes sense together and takes you on a journey. The tracks are good and nice by themselves, but it's really all an experience that deserves time. Tired and exhausted at 3 am, as I was every one of the times I listened to it, it just clicks and makes sense. Just surrendering yourself to the album makes it whole and makes it personal.

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