And my oh my how it flies mountains high... ‘The Hawk Is Howling’, Mogwai’s sixth studio release comes armed to the talons with majestic, in your face prose, is this possible in music I hear you say? With Mogwai, what is possible and what is not possible have no contradictory meaning, in fact these words do not exist in their astonishingly atmospherically ambient world. To use a simple analogy, before the demise of the Native American people’s way of life, they had no word for ‘freedom’, they just were… The whole album fits with firmament like order as one expects from such a band. With the frivolity of stampeding buffalo personified in songs such as ‘Batcat’ and the progressive waterfall like current of the album opener ‘I'm Jim Morrison, I'm Dead’, the album meanders on, to soothing spring days amid ‘Kings Meadow’ through midnight moonbathing that ‘Thank You Space Expert’ expels. To juxtapose this album with past flurries would be unequivocally wrong of me to attempt, as each album, to me, is a continuation of narrative into a different chapter of Mogwai’s worldview, and I personally don’t think that this can be said for many bands out there whose subsequent albums seem to be to just try something new. With Mogwai you get a sense of homeliness, comfort and familiarity even when their new narrative speaks of castles, in contrast with those that speak of clouds… Mogwai To summarise, this album is pole shiftingly heavy with breaks of calm before the storm to catch your breath, prior to another pounding of oceans fury. One to experience unaccompanied, within woodlands at the break of dawn…