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Field Report
     

Field Report

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Eau Claire, Wisconsin's DeYarmond Edison was kind of a 21st century free folk Americana version of Buffalo Springfield, the band that launched the separate careers of Neil Young, Stephen Stills, and Richie

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Eau Claire, Wisconsin's DeYarmond Edison was kind of a 21st century free folk Americana version of Buffalo Springfield, the band that launched the separate careers of Neil Young, Stephen Stills, and Richie Furay, and thus gave us Crazy Horse, Poco, CSN and CSNY, and other configurations. DeYarmond Edison gave us Justin Vernon, best known by his new moniker Bon Iver, Megafaun (Phil Cook, Brad Cook, and Joe Westerlund), and now, Chris Porterfield, who may well turn out to be the best songwriter to come out of DeYarmond Edison. Porterfield's songs, influenced by Nebraska and Tunnel of Love-era Bruce Springsteen, Blood on the Tracks-era Bob Dylan, the lyrically perfect and exact songs of Paul Simon, and the mock-political and surreal epics of Neil Young, are hauntingly detailed narratives sung with the heart, soul, and haunting personal passion of a stronger-voiced Leonard Cohen, and the best of them, like the opener here, "Fergus Falls," reveal themselves in muted, hushed, and quietly unfolding arrangements that let Porterfield carry the narrative, which itself builds and unfolds in richly nuanced detail. Porterfield is a magnificent songwriter, and the years he spent honing these songs to a rich edge shows in this debut album. Field Report isn't a rock band, and it isn't exactly a folk band, either, but it's a band that lets the songs be front and center, and everything tracked here goes to that aim. It would all add up to another listen-to-it-once bit of over-serious Americana noir if the songs weren't so good. But they're good. They're very good. This is a wonderful debut.

Product Details

Release Date:
09/11/2012
Label:
Partisan Records
UPC:
0720841904229
catalogNumber:
42
Rank:
180061

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Album Credits

Performance Credits

Field Report   Primary Artist
Damian Strigens   Percussion,Drums
Jeff Mitchell   Synthesizer,Guitar,Vocals
Ben Lister   Pedal Steel Guitar
Christopher Porterfield   Synthesizer,Guitar,Vocals
Betty Blexrud-Strigens   Vocals
Erin Wolf   Piano
Nick Berg   Synthesizer,Piano,Vocals
Mariele Allschwang   Violin
Brendan Benham   Trumpet
Travis Whitty   Bass,Vocals,Loops
Sarah Gail Luther   Cello

Technical Credits

Christopher Porterfield   Composer
Beau Sorenson   Engineer
Nick Berg   Engineer

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Field Report 5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 1 reviews.
RonRaygun More than 1 year ago
I am fortunate to have been privy to the music of Field Report for years. Most of these songs are old friends, toughened and emboldened from performance to performance, sure of themselves and ready for scrutiny as well as a drink. Some I've watched through their awkward teen years, as they found their sea legs and grew into themselves; wallflowers taking root to take over the room with their bloom. I have even been present at the birth of a few, beaming like a proud uncle at their potential and promise. They all share something in common, something that gives them their magic, their heart. It is what drew me to this band, into their music, and has keep me an ever-faithful listener. It is their Sincerity. On the stage, this Sincerity is unabashedly displayed under the hot lights. There, the songs revel in their organic nature, refusing to be defined or predicted. They live and breathe as the band works as one organism to convey all the complexities and passions to give each note its proper respect and place in the moment. No performance is the same, no moment repeated or cheapened. The core that drives it all are the lyrics. They are the hidden treasures revealed as each word is delivered, each syllable wrung out more than you would think possible. These words are stretched over music of muscle and bone, giving them physicality which embodies the spirit of their triumphs and tragedies. You can't help but feel like you are being let into something personal, something far more than just a song. It is as if the protagonists in these songs are making their confessions directly to you, and the band the conduit. And as they exorcise their angels and demons, releasing their fates to the skies, you feel yourself pulled along. On the album, Field Report show some restraint, but for all the right reasons. There isn't anything on this record to distract you from the barest essentials of the song. No bombastic production tricks or studio chicanery. All the elements that give these songs their strength are here. No note is out of place. No word is wasted. It's boiled and broken down to its purest form. This is an album you will want to LISTEN to, not just hear. The songs are postcards from areas desperate and beautiful. They are journal entries from beaten down heroes on the edge of vindication or destruction. They are love letters filled with proclamations of rebelliousness and renewal. And through it all there remains that same sincerity. Like their live performances, the music on record quietly coaxes you to into a place defined by the lyrics. As each word is doled out, you are taken closer to the context. And if you let yourself, you will be a part of it all. You will share in the vindication of escape. You will be struck by the warm boozy breath from shouts of bold declarations and acts of determination. You will ache with the longing brought on by solitude and unrelenting devotion. You will know the tragedies of unknown heroes and the beauty of commitments rekindled. And you will bear witness to the present confessions of weathered souls haunted by their future and past. I have heard these songs in different incarnations over time. But it is on this record I feel as though I am hearing them for the first time, reborn, full of that potential and promise. And each one begs for another. Much like that first taste of rosemary-infused everclear.