Mary Timony is amazing. For those that don’t know her, she has fronted a number of bands in the past ten years. Helium and Autoclave being the most notable. I had not heard of her, though, until Jamie sent me her first solo album, Mountains. And it was love at first listen. Obsession at second listen.
I was expecting her new album, The Golden Dove, to be a disappointment. I saw no way that she could top the Mountains album and I didn’t get my hopes up. But she did. Or rather, she didn’t.
She managed to make an equally wonderful album that shares similar themes and sounds as Mountains, yet she had added new elements to keep from being one of those artists that tries to repeat themselves over and over.
Her lyrics are still fairytales of witchcraft and sorrow, but now there are more satirical jabs at life and relationships thrown in. The metaphors are more clear. The vocals and rhythm are more pronounced. Mountains had an echo to it, which fit with the medieval tone to the album. The Golden Dove hits a more Helium-like vibe while still maintaining Mary’s haunting, folkfaerie touch.
Like Mountains, the new album does have certain redundant melodies. But they fit the melancholy, yet hopeful lyrics. Mountains was the witch who needed no one. The Golden Dove seems to realize she might want someone, perhaps she’s has had and lost someone, but she still retains that self-reliance. Magic, isolation, and companionship are the themes most prominant, along with a somewhat cynical view of the world that is sprinkled throughout the album.
All accompanied with a lot of hand clapping.