
i will wear my heart upon my sleeve for daws to peck at. so said shakespeare. and course when iago speaks, it's meant in the pejorative. but what i dig most about thee silver mt. zion (and every obsessive-alphabetisers nightmare variation of) is that willingness to open up, holler fuckit here i am, here's what i am, jackdaws be damned. constellation described their last album, 13 blues for thirteen moons, as a big raw angry tender racket. a summation so succinct it rendered any review following [...]