Six Organs Of Admittance –Time Is Glass

»Time is Glass«, Ben Chasny philosophises and reaches for the strings of his guitar. And yet the American musician’s album makes you feel as if you can suddenly see the past and the future in crystal clear resonance. You were just on a walk in the woods with your first love, and suddenly all sorts of wishes for the future spread out before your inner eye. Dreams from afar. Longing for what we call our past, so close and intimate. Chasny may have struck a nerve here: Melancholy is the acceptance of transience. The nostalgic person is also just the strange projection surface of a time in which the present is over-present. No wonder that the sound of Six Organs of Admittance is strangely old-fashioned. Apart from the fact that the folk musician has been producing for twenty years, there may also be a melancholy in »Time is Glass« that we don’t want to deal with. It is dissected in nine tracks and then left in a time vacuum. Or maybe it’s more like a cocoon you don’t want to slip out of into cold reality. In any case, the glass shatters when the thirty-eight minutes are up.