1) They Cannot Let It Expand; 2) Balloon Maker; 3) Kingfish Pies; 4) I Guess I'll Take Care; 5) Some of Them Were Superstitious; 6) The Reprimand; 7) The Jungler; 8) He Tried to Escape; 9) Mopper's Medley; 10) No One Knew Where We Were; 11) Anabel; 12) Mr. Amateur
A rock album molded into a dreamlike ramble through gorgeous, crackling synthesizers. One of a kind, even within the band's own catalogue.
Key tracks: "Balloon Maker", "Some of Them Were Superstitious", "No One Knew Where We Were"
There are two aspects to Bamnan and Slivercork that I instantly associate with the album when asked to describe it, and one of them is the world that the record creates. Midlake have a knack for creating little pocket universes with their records in a way that seems completely accidental, where separate threads form a web that could - if you squint a little - create a conceptual whole. Bamnan and Slivercork wasn't intended to be a concept album of any kind, but thanks to the ever-so-slightly off-kilter lean it has in its presentation, performance and writing, it inadvertently creates something that could be. The nonsensical name, the visual presentation from the strangely arresting cover to the surreal videos and the dream-like lyrics collaborate to build a coherent reality out of the balloon makers, one-armed scientists, ominous monocle men (which the cover depicts), love-lorn janitors, bird suit wearing swordsmen and murdered lovers who share their rambling dream-like story vignettes song by song; stories that seem real but don’t quite belong to our reality. Midlake would really tap into that skill of make-believe concept albums with the rural lore of The Trials of Van Occupanther, but it's already so present on their debut that it's one of its most tangible characteristics; despite not even being officially classed as one, it sounds more like a story album than most concept albums do. You then pay more attention to the music because of the words that accompany them, and vice versa, and they both play off against eachother's traits.
From the very beginning, Midlake have been a restless band who never quite found a slot they felt they belonged in. They were jazz musicians first, who then wanted to go rock; by their debut album they had already gone through a number of line-up changes and style shifts. That restlessness feeds into the sound of Bamnan and Slivercork, recorded way before frontman Tim Smith’s rigid perfectionism started to shape the band. Nominally the album slots comfortably into the millennial US indie canon but the extended instrumental passages bridging the verses and choruses hint at wider inspiration points, the shuffling liveliness of the drums so in contrast with the rest of the instrumentation nods at the original jazz influences, and the whole album feels like it’s been rearranged for a different band from the who wrote the songs. It's got one foot in rock band dynamics, another one in psychedelic sound textures, and it's played by people who are freely mixing up all their influences together in wild abandon. It’s album’s other key aspect and its arguable signature element which brings it all together: the synthesizers.
The best thing about the preceding Milkmaid Grand Army EP were the fuzzy synthesizers that were used to a distinguishable degree, with their instantly recognisable signature tones breathing a different kind of life to the Radiohead-esque guitar sound the EP had. On Bamnan and Slivercork those synths have been turned into the de facto lead instrument. The guitars are little more than a flavouring or a rhythmic accompaniment, with the synths taking charge as the key melodic and textural elements; the only things sharing space to an equal degree with them are Tim Smith's wispy voice and the lively drums that lock into vibrant grooves. The warm synthetic sounds crackle, bleep and fuzz all over the twelve songs and for many songs they're the stars that deliver the hooks and capture the imagination, whether they're all out there like the pitch-shifting robo-voice melody of “He Tried to Escape” or the more tasteful atmospheric electronic wallpaper that drapes over the instrumental passages of “No One Knew Where We Were”. They’re gorgeous and unique textures, and the usage of these instruments on Bamnan and Slivercork is not just masterful, but integral to the record; above and beyond the usual "indie bands do synths" trope we've heard a thousand times by now. If the pseudo-conceptual nature of the album is what inspires the listener to dig deep into it, it's the synths that pull you to take the shovel in your hand.
The overall aesthetics and themes of the album are clearly the most identifiable elements of Bamnan and Slivercork when assessing it, but the actual songs are far from being secondary to everything else. Bamnan and Slivercork operates differently to its more famous siblings but from a pure songwriting perspective, it's among the strongest set of songs in the band's catalogue. The busy, swirling “Balloon Maker” is a quintessential Midlake classic, riding a marching beat and a set of horns across its synth-laden dreamscape, and rising above its meager beginnings in the chorus full of bittersweetness and yearning. “No One Knew Where We Were”, "Kingfish Pies" and “Mopper’s Medley” have a shuffle underneath their feet and a bounce in their heart, with Midlake operating as a tight interplaying unit of musicians in a way that the more rigid later albums would shy away from; they're downright exuberant in their swinging and grooving. “I Guess I’ll Take Care” and “He Tried to Escape” are mid-tempo heaven, their signature synth sounds carrying them forward high and mighty, Smith's voice showing just how effective his particular soft tone is for harmonising quiet melancholy and desperation. And you know an album is great when even the slow-burner intro and the interlude are stand-outs in their own way - especially the latter, the instrumental "The Reprimand" which is a short ode to the album's synthesizers and has a lot more longevity than you'd expect.
The closing duo of short, end credits roll themes of "Anabel" and "Mr. Amateur" bring the album to a quiet, contemplative closure and it feels appropriate as the strange stories of Bamnan and Slivercork come to an end. It's a singular journey of an album, with hints of other ideas and inspirations but brought together uniquely, not least because the band themselves hold such a wide range of instrumental styles that play with eachother so well here - and with the way and the rejigged sound that the band would take off with shortly after this, that notion of this being a one-of-a-kind deal is reinforced even further. Bamnan and Slivercork is above all a set of great songs, even if that aspect might have been downplayed when talking about its other traits, but those other aspects really raise it above ground, coaxing you to keep revisiting the world that Midlake have created just for this one album.
And I just really love those synths.
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