OLAN MONK - Songs For Nothing LP
Songs for Nothing was written upon Olan Monkâs return to the west coast of Ireland. The album is imbued with the influence of sean-nĂłs singing, Irish language songs in the âold styleâ that often proclaim tales of love, loss and landscape; and also heavily indebted to the late SinĂ©ad OâConnorâs confessional songwriting. Reconstructing these influences through their unique perspective has resulted in a fragmentary album veering between collaged pop, machinic rock and slow airs, âdedicated to Conamara and all who have called it homeâ. The western, Atlantic-facing edge of Ireland has a particular feeling and energy, one that permeates the release: the granite pulsates, the ocean and sky reflect intensities, seaweed rots on shingle shores, plants bloom, ancient trees come up for air from the drowned forest in Galway Bay, the sun splinters through the low clouds.
Songs for Nothing was written upon Olan Monkâs return to the west coast of Ireland. The album is imbued with the influence of sean-nĂłs singing, Irish language songs in the âold styleâ that often proclaim tales of love, loss and landscape; and also heavily indebted to the late SinĂ©ad OâConnorâs confessional songwriting. Reconstructing these influences through their unique perspective has resulted in a fragmentary album veering between collaged pop, machinic rock and slow airs, âdedicated to Conamara and all who have called it homeâ. The western, Atlantic-facing edge of Ireland has a particular feeling and energy, one that permeates the release: the granite pulsates, the ocean and sky reflect intensities, seaweed rots on shingle shores, plants bloom, ancient trees come up for air from the drowned forest in Galway Bay, the sun splinters through the low clouds.
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Songs for Nothing was written upon Olan Monkâs return to the west coast of Ireland. The album is imbued with the influence of sean-nĂłs singing, Irish language songs in the âold styleâ that often proclaim tales of love, loss and landscape; and also heavily indebted to the late SinĂ©ad OâConnorâs confessional songwriting. Reconstructing these influences through their unique perspective has resulted in a fragmentary album veering between collaged pop, machinic rock and slow airs, âdedicated to Conamara and all who have called it homeâ. The western, Atlantic-facing edge of Ireland has a particular feeling and energy, one that permeates the release: the granite pulsates, the ocean and sky reflect intensities, seaweed rots on shingle shores, plants bloom, ancient trees come up for air from the drowned forest in Galway Bay, the sun splinters through the low clouds.
