
The new record from Timber Timbre is, largely, about atmosphere and restraint. In the wrong hands, such a stab might result in a Hollow Men kind of record ("our dried voices, when/we whisper together/are quiet and meaningless.") Here, however, the result is both haunting and lasting, probably because the songs are good ; this isn't a feeble stab at half-ass Southern Gothic-inspired, acoustic guitar-driven chamber folk, but a well-realized batch of songs about loss and the abyss, with a smattering of the supernatural. Timber Timbre, the nom de indie rock of Canada's Taylor Kirk, sounds like a whole raft [...]