Eamon The Destroyer is back with his third album The Maker's Quit, to add more to the mystery and intrigue surrounding this most underground of Leith based artistes. Eamon Recorded the Album at Bearsuit studios in Leith. This review may or may not reflect the actual lyrics on the album.
The album opens with the title tune The Maker's Quit that might give the impression Eamon has outsourced all the hard work to a team of elves or AI, but it sounds more like he has upped his programming game and found some rather pretty string and synth parts that he eventually starts to gruffly sing over, so we know exactly why The Maker's Quit and it's quite the tale, with a bit of a early 1970's bucolic folk feel in places.
Silverback almost feels like a tropicalia soundtrack narration, about those Silverback gorillas emerging from the mists of Waverly Gardens, before the music gets a lot heavier like the trams are squealing onto South bridge in the distance.
Three Wheels re-purposes a rather familiar tune adding what sounds like ukelele under the main tune, we figure out what happened to the missing wheel from the wagon, possibly purloined by some Glaswegian string arranger or other, who thought battling with the Cherokee's was a good idea, the poor misguided fool.
The Ocean has deep sea resonance with Chinese strings, slowly shifting like a gentle swell is moving you towards your harbour of choice, if the typhoon hits, will you be able to swim to shore, or is this the sad lament of The Ocean for you, while your dragged to the murky depths, when the guitars and drums go hectic, the waves crash in over your boat, until your washed up next to a panting sealion.
Captive should grab the attention of even the most inattentive listener, to the glory of the slow strings and whispered vocals, take us to Notre Dame and the poor old Hunchback, stuck in that lonely tower, where he only has an old hockey stick for company, while he listens to the ever-beautiful strings. The sorrow drifts through like the slowest of violin notes, intersected by the horns and weird gaggle of tourists lost again.
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Firefly In The Leg is one of the main complaints heard from stray revellers during the Edinburgh festival, that they were walking home late at night, when they got hit by a firefly In The Leg, this song delves into traumatic events surrounding just one such occurrence, on the darkened streets of Edinburgh somewhere near Greyfriars, we hear classical guitars and distant church choirs getting mangled by the guitars and other noises.
Pleasureland sounds like it ought to be a brothel, rather than an arcade on Blackpool promenade, Spanish guitars welcome the guests in, they must enjoy all the delights within, suddenly it sounds like we are in a dungeon, rimshot drums sound almost like a cane hitting it's target, before the oompah rhythms on temazepam hit, angelic backing choir La la la in your ears, summoning Roger Whitakers ghost the ultimate secret pleasure of Pleasureland.
The album closes with The Buffalo Sings but does he sing of spring fields, or does he sing of ballets in the candlelight, expulsions overboard at the end of the road, deep in the middle of distorted reality, ancient Buffalo's sing, while driving clown cars in ever expanding circles, disruptive corrupted sounds, like your old bootleg vinyl has a locked groove of interference, strings repeat while the Buffalo Sings The End but Eamon hits the keyboard effect from Nico's monument.
Find out more at https://bearsuitrecords.bandcamp.com/album/the-makers-quit https://www.facebook.com/eamonthedestroyer
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