The sound of Black Rabbit is “quiet music played loud,” a description that perfectly fits their wide-ranging approach.
The album opens with “An Open Book Conversationalist,” a bracing shot of instrumental punk/jazz, driven by Chapman’s fiddle, chiming guitars and unexpected rhythmic shifts. An a cappella intro hints at the early R&B chord structure of “Everyone,” but Chapman’s excursions are more Celtic than urban, leading to a harmonic choral interlude that sets up the tension filled finale. The cryptic lyric of “I’m Sorry, I Thought This Was A City” is full of disappointment, pain and drunkenness, but it’s musically buoyant, propelled by Fisher’s serpentine bass and Tranfo’s skittering beats. Steven and Logan drop a quiet, shimmering guitar interlude into the mix before a conclusion that blends roaring post-rock noise with Steven’s anguished vocals. “Passing Cars,” another instrumental track, is a moody tour de force, featuring Chapman’s spectral violin, cavernous reverberating guitar overtones and Tranfo’s slightly skewed timekeeping.
Throughout the album, the band’s densely layered sound keeps you off guard as instruments and vocals float through the mix, beckoning you deeper into the band’s kaleidoscopic musical universe.
1. An Open Book Conversationalist
3. I'm Sorry, I Thought this was a City
4. Passing Cars
6. Los Angeles
7. California Curse
9. His Talk; Her Teeth
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