The ever-changing name of this group (Uke of Spaces Corners and the variants therein proceeded this record) gives chase to all but the folk faithful, which hopefully can stop soon, especially given the level at which they’re now performing – surely these people don’t want to evade notice when they make music this stirring. It’s country folk with an eye on the clouds, set to wander, but with the cosmos in full view, providing an endless depth to their sound and removing them from any traveler/bike punk hoi polloi. The austerity and wholesomeness of their sound is fairly stunning, even as danger lurks in the corners and fringes of their sound. Perfect for twilight saunters through the wheatfield idyll, on that night when you meet the fairies and decide never to return to your loved ones. Their best release to date. (http://www.turnedword.com)
The sound offered by Village Of Spaces on their album Alchemy And Trust (Corleone) sounds like someone went into a lab, dissected the DNA of Flaming Lips and Wilco and lubed it up with infant pig oils. The album (a short one at about 33 minute) feels like entering the woods of the mind, one you didn’t think you wanted to go but discovering you belong, and embellishing in its fine oats. It’s acoustic, it rootsy, it sounds like it doesn’t belong of this time and yet it is very much of its time, an anti- music that’s more about the music than the anti-, you know? You don’t know?
Let me put it in another way. It’s the kind of music you might hear at a folk life festival, or at a food cart pod, where the musicians arrived their on bicycles and all they’re hoping for in return is a sandwich and a beer. Instead, what they get upon playing is appreciation from the crowd and maybe a few people wanting to sign up to their mailing list. It’s of the earth, and I would love to be a worm.
VILLAGE OF SPACES - ALCHEMY AND TRUST
Village of Spaces might physically be from Belfast, Maine, but their music hints that, somehow, they spend some of their time in an obscure place in the cosmos which only they can describe. The psychedelic feel of the folk on "Alchemy and Trust" helps the tracks walk a sweet line between the intimate and the majestic. This is a band that has played with its name for sometime (most notably calling themselves Uke of Spaces at one point); if they can keep themselves a bit more easy to find, more seekers will certainly be jumping on this holy bandwagon.
Their songs have been recorded when able, usually on the road and with the help of whatever family or new friend has dropped by. The ease with which songs like "Ovum's Influence" and "Mountainside" unfold such genuine emotion and sprawling message from the simplest of melodies is testament enough to their honesty and genius. This is not a typical freak folk pose by well-heeled, sane as a banker college kids; this is music grown slowly, joyfully, and tested by the road to help burn off the bullshit.
The vocal interplay of Amy Moon and Dan B. center all the tracks, but are especially evocative on the jittery minimal "Buoy Gong" and "Forget Me Not," providing intimacy and off-kilter melody.
Any band that lists Alice Coltrane, Harry Partch and The Fugs as influences is all right by me, as it hints at their aims and their hearts. Village of Spaces have an umbrella big enough for all, with music that embraces chance, fun, the holy and naughty, and the guts to explore their cosmic muse with poetry and improvisational glee. "Alchemy and Trust" is a good place to jump aboard if you haven't already.