by Charles Davis
On this journey we ride an eternal quantum fluctuation in the vacuum of infinite space. Random spontaneous improbability surrounds us whilst instantaneously annihilating itself; a reflection of an abyss of nothingness - madness in contemplation. Yet fear not, as our collective consciousness is in pervasive agreement regarding the rapturous splendor we might behold in each flash moment/memory; be that joy, pain, love, loss... at least, in the broader context of ‘life’ as we know it.
So too is Leaving None But Small Birds representative of this past-present-future; a jewel in the circular crown of time. Big|Brave & The Body converge on their power expression, hunting the monumental grounds, rendezvousing at a location both comfortably familiar and wildly obscure: ancestral foundations known deep in one’s bones, as the genetic footprint of a 1000 generations sits quietly in the furthest recesses of our minds. Vibrational communications storming the forever pitch and flanking the enemy in a battle for our spirits - keeping demons at bay via the might of our ancient ways.
The rules are intrinsic; a shared subconscious/unconscious philosophy. There's no need for tracks and no reason for trails, as melodies run routes forged by the mountains. Torrents of guitars send electrical shivers and the calling of tree roots recast over a life's dawn. Chthonic drums sound from the massif, resounding around the icy waters underground. Perhaps there was a more tangible blueprint; the accidental, imperious discovery to which one must first attain mastership - a sage of the day marshaling the god/ess/e/s cognizance for the betterment of the world.
As such is Big|Brave. As such is The Body. While 'not what you'd expect from these bands,’ or 'an album of traditionals,' or 'channeling this 'band',' or 'guitar music go 'guitar',' there is a sincerity and extreme depth shadowing Leaving None But Small Birds that remains a truly distinct and unique somaesthesia - a genuine chroma in a whitewashed world. Do yourself the favor of letting go: let go of the astrophe; let go of the recondite. Delve into the fiercer places that ruminate within the broader context of space/time - engage Leaving None But Small Birds in its ephemeral and immortal existence.