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Palo Santo (Expanded Edition)

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Download links and information about Palo Santo (Expanded Edition) by Shearwater. This album was released in 2007 and it belongs to Rock, Indie Rock, Alternative, Songwriter/Lyricist genres. It contains 20 tracks with total duration of 01:20:45 minutes.

Artist: Shearwater
Release date: 2007
Genre: Rock, Indie Rock, Alternative, Songwriter/Lyricist
Tracks: 20
Duration: 01:20:45
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Tracks

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No. Title Length
1. La dame et la licorne 5:27
2. Red Sea, Black Sea 3:09
3. White Waves 4:20
4. Palo Santo 3:48
5. Seventy-Four, Seventy-Five 3:24
6. Nobody 3:01
7. Sing, Little Birdie 3:10
8. Johnny Viola 2:29
9. Failed Queen 5:50
10. Hail, Mary 6:16
11. Going Is Song 3:42
12. My Only Boy 4:39
13. Every Hook, Every Eye 2:20
14. Special Rider Blues 5:21
15. Sing, Little Birdie (Demo Version) 3:05
16. Palo Santo (Demo Version) 3:45
17. Discontinuities 3:41
18. Red Sea, Black Sea (Demo Version) 3:10
19. Failed Queen (Demo Version) 6:27
20. Lilacs (Bonus Track) 3:41

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Initially a side-project for Kingfisher’s Jonathan Meiburg and Okkervill River’s Will Sheff, Austin, Texas’ Shearwater has blossomed into a strong, definitive artistic endeavor all its own. The “group”’s fourth album, sans Sheff, has been expanded into a sprawling 19-track set that provides a rollercoaster ride of thrills, dynamics and alternate takes. Now Meiburg’s baby, he wrote 18 of the tracks (Skip James’ “Special Rider Blues” is the lone non-original), Palo Santo is an art-rock tour de force. “La Dame Et La Licorne” begins things in a soothing buzz of ambient texture and swooning emotional outbursts reminiscent of the desolate, latter works of Talk Talk, while other tracks surf the margins of alt.rock history, eliciting comparisons to John Cale, Jeff Buckley, Palace and Red House Painters in their austere sorrow. The title track highlights Meiburg’s fragile vocal style that threatens to close in on itself as the textures gently transform like shapes in a lava lamp. Even his raised voice (“Seventy-Four, Seventy-Five”) exposes a vulnerable nerve that sounds as if a nervous breakdown, his 19th or not, is coming up just over the bridge.