I’ve spent the last few months telling friends about Lily Seabird’s music. Anytime I think I have the young Vermont artist pegged, she releases a new batch of songs that blows my prior conceptions of her music to smithereens. So, for my own ego’s sake, let’s skip the indie rock and singer-songwriter labels this time.
Seabird’s third full-length, “Lightspheres On Their Way”, defies simple categorization. It’s the kind of record that breathes and moves to a rhythm all its own. It adopts a unique mythology (the idea of “lightspheres”), allows its songs to pick their own pain, and wonders and reckons in its own language and time about the deeply personal in a way that feels strikingly universal. Seabird’s emotions run the gamut from fear and awe to disappointment and frustration as she seeks answers for how we’re expected to endure all the difficult circumstances she sings about across “Lightspheres”.
When the heavens remain mum to Seabird’s earnest inquiries, the harmonium and guitars linger before finally making their departure, the reality setting in that there might be as much illumination gained from looking within as above.
The Fat Angel Sings 