Lost in the Trees – A Church That Fits Our Needs

January 01, 1970





After a brilliant debut album that pushed the parameters
into as yet unchartered realms, Lost in the Trees returns with a sophomore set
that blurs those boundaries even further. Shimmering and ethereal, A Church That Fits Our Needs finds the
band as ambitious as ever, daring to soar on the strength of a mere pluck of
piano strings (“Moment One”) or billowing symphonic set-ups (“Red,” “Golden
Eyelids”). Yet for all the ambiance there’s also ambiguity; the acoustic
guitars and clip-clop percussion of “Neither Here Not There” often seem
curiously at odds with one another, while the dainty and fragile “Icy River”
only adds to the uncertainty.


Admittedly, Lost In The Trees isn’t an easy outfit to pin
down, especially when vocalist Emma Nadeau
and guitarist/vocalist Ari Picker parlay their hollow-eyed harmonies in the
midst of hazy swirling sounds. Still, songs like “This Dead Bird Is Beautiful”
and “An Artist’s Song” provide appropriate odes to Picker’s mother, who took
her own life to find peace in the ether. Those ghostly sentiments inform each
of these tracks, though immediate accessibility may remain well out of reach.
Yet, that’s perfectly fine, because repeated listens offer their own rewards.


And with that, A Church That Fits Our Needs becomes a stirring coda that embraces the aftermath of despair, ringing with a
resilience that’s inspired, ambitious, mesmerizing and majestic.


“Golden Eyelids,” “Neither Here Nor There” LEE ZIMMERMAN


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