The Hangman's Beautiful DaughterThe Incredible String Band
still wagering whether this is me coming off as an insanely pretentious snub, but goodness, The Hangman’s Beautiful Daughter is nothing short of a transcendental experience; a wildly bizarre (such is the craziness of this record that i had to place two synonyms back-to-back to describe it) journey into the depths of folklore and mythical treasures that are deeply evocative and original in their take. they tell the tales of sea shanties and minotaurs and innocent children in mysterious but beautiful villages, and speak of every single one as almost religious, that you can’t help but feel its sacredness oozing off every single syllable. none of it makes any real sense, and yet it manages an odd relatability that even i cannot understand. of course, this is music made by a band who were higher than the heavens; whose minds conjured half-baked fables that they smoothly pass off as real (a song about a children-eating part-man-part-bull creature should not be as alluring as it is, and yet). their buzzed state not only shows up in the lyrics (equal parts sloppy and mind-bogglingly brilliant), but extends to the music itself, where they layer vocals and stuff a menagerie of instruments into every song. they run the gamut here, pulling influences from Gaelic, Sikh, Indian, and Scottish music, combining them into such softly psychedelic compositions that have no other effect but to hypnotize. the music is so complex — rich in texture, blitzing through space and time — but the ethos of The Incredible String Band is so deliriously simple: to make music that feels like flying… and gosh look how high they soar.