The Belle Jar- Union Station
Mar 5, 2014
So, you're buried in leaves as autumn weaves into the air. A child builds another pile and destroys it in a dive. The air is brisk, but your breaths aren't yet visible. Your face flushes with the breeze. It's almost dinnertime, and Mom's baking pumpkin pie for dessert.
Breathe Owl Breathe is the voice of your father calling you in for supper.
Micah Middaugh's voice croons over natural, minimal orchestration. "Own Stunts" peddles mindfully, if slowly, but builds to a picturesque finale. The band's presence and embodiment of that autumnal feeling feels unique, though it's been done before. There's something refreshing about the band's sound; something stands out. Like a slow gulp of hot apple cider, Breathe Owl Breathe satisfies a seasonal craving, though their promise extends past winter.
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