Pastoral Genocide


Moving Mountains – Pneuma
May 13, 2008, 7:38 pm
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Breathe.

Take some time away from everything and concentrate on the cognitive simplicity of muscle memory. Inhale. Exhale. We’re alive, somehow. In world that’s become lost in the foggy narrative of epistemological mechanics, there’s a small, worthwhile beauty in existence.

With such passive veracity, Moving Mountain’s “Pnuema” rises from the dust and the dirt and into the sky. It’s a lofty creation with meandering complexities and a penchant for stunning panoramas. The melodic elements of the album rise above the contours of the earth, the microscopically nondescript rug of green and brown, the checker board patterns of agriculture and history. Dots of towns and places. Places with doctors, preachers, murderers, clerks. Above, a ceiling of azure masks infinite black. But here, in this glass ball of sound and function, there’s a feeling that we – as the listener – are a part of something bigger than we could ever possibly hope to be. Simplicity is perfectly balanced by reverie and the only thing with any real importance is the criticality of breathing.

“Pnuema,” exerts melody that is comprehensive and sweeping. It’s a wildly panoptic album, a massive, emotive glacier that culminates in a gorgeous riptide of acquiescence. A reminiscent amalgamate of Eno’s “Music for Airports,” Sigur Ros’ touching falsetto, and Mono’s sweeping phantasma, the album – in its collectivity – is a gripping, powerful force that towers somewhere from the atmosphere above.

Comprised of Nick Pizzolato, Gregory Dunn, Mitchell Lee, and Frank Graniero, Moving Mountains’ sound belies its size. Stumbling outside the poppy gentrification of new-world musicianship, the band symphonically assails the glimmering infinity of ocean and sky. “Pangea” – which, not coincidently means “to breathe” in Latin – is the group’s first release. The ten movement (song) album possesses a pastoral architecture that forms a mosaic of textures and overtones. This is the world, set to a soundtrack of swirling melodies.

For all of its oversized beauty, however, “Pangea” never forgets to breathe. It’s a puddle of uncommon simplicity masked by an expansively evolving vanishing point. Undeniably, “Pangea’s” scope alternates cinematically from frame to frame, but in doing so, it retains a steadfastly dogmatic sense of auetership and recollection. The product is a touching harmonization of natural and mechanical semblances manifested in an oeuvre of mirrors and melodrama.

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