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In the old world, she must have been a travelling gypsy, but as the sun goes down on Oregon traffic, Pikara is still and the music does the moving. This debut album finds her violin conjuring a strange new breed of avant-folk music. She builds a house out of plucking, bowing, vocals and echoes, and like all houses worth haunting, there is a dark cellar to get lost in. Through turns of great urgency, the tracks weave a mystery of music--soft vocals become sweeping choruses, drums come alive in the distance, notes shake from the guitar and into a void, and planes of violins reveal themselves like the language between lightning bugs. Her compositions rise and settle with a gentle touch at times, and a sharp awakening at others. All the sounds are so expertly but naturally layered and there is so much to hear that the ears stand at attention making one feel like the lone listener possessing an animal's sense of hearing as Nero's music passes through the smoke of the night. -Gib Strange stream the record (opens a player in new window)download record (download a zip file of the full album) |
previous press "Pikara is cinematic and intense" Crappyindiemusic.com Jess Gulbranson "(Pikara) plays a slow-moving mélange of folk, chamber music and ambient sound that mixes an Ethan Rose-esque obsession with texture into creeping folk a la White Hinterland." Willamette Weekly, Shane Danaher webpages booking and contact
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