Kurt is a member of Feathers. Kurt likes to sing and make music. Kurt likes to record his singing and music onto CD-R. Kurt likes to release said recording on the label run by the band he is a member of (Feathers). This helps Kurt showcase his musical talent. Kurt is happy.
Kurt is Kurt Weisman, and ?Kurt Sings? doesn?t stray too far from the Feathers? free-folk ?sound?. Where it does differ, though, is in its experimentation. Kurt?s vocals are of a higher pitch, and he uses this light and airy voice to great effect. Breezy vocals aside, the music is more skewed than the usual fanfare of Feathers; it?s a shattered, glitch, free-folk rumbling. Sunny, it?s slightly reminiscent of Caribou?s (formerly Manitoba) ?Up In Flames?, but more coherent and songwriter-based. Kurt?s vocals are warm and uplifting, drifting along in the bright haze of the music. Full of vitality, the three tracks clock in at just over half an hour. Track one ?Feathers?, is a mere one-minute-thirty-second intro. Track two, ?The Hesitation?, is a five-minute broken psych pop gem, but the penultimate song ?Rainbows?, while varying little from the norm, shifts tone and transforms completely at around eight minutes in. Then it jack-knifes into what can only be described as a low humming vibration, attached to a clicking rattle that repeats over and over for a couple of minutes, gradually joined by the sound of nature?s night life: the reverberation of crickets chirping surrounds and covers the drone in a coat of organic wealth. Distant banging resonates and fortifies this now bizarrely comforting tunnel-vision sound. A simple repetitive melody is then built and crafted from the existing droning vibration; the occasional sound enters the peripheral vision, clanging and clicking. A repetitive ringing horn digs deeper into your conscious. If you weren?t concentrating, it could leave you in a catatonic state. This is the musical equivalent to staring at a spinning wheel. At twenty-two minutes in, it burns out, giving way to a faded clicking beat and faraway ambience.
?Kurt Sings? feels like a journey into the centre of your mind, happily burrowing its way to the subterranean depths of the psyche, while all the time singing blissfully to itself. When it reaches the centre, it falls into a deep trance and forms a cocoon?. Only when this trance is finally broken do you emerge, washed clean, and laid bare; perplexed as to what you?ve just experienced? none the wiser to the fact that while you were buried in your own thoughts, Kurt was captivating your heart. 8/10 -- James Clarke (7 August, 2006)