What We Lose In The Fire We Gain In The Flood (2010)
The Mynabirds is the nom de plume appended to, for most intents and purposes, the freshly varnished creative outlet of Laura Burhenn, a courageous, multi-talented singer/songwriter currently residing in Portland, Oregon. Following the dissolution of her group Georgie James, a pleasant indie pop outfit hailing from DC, Burhenn relocated clear across the country, hooked up with maverick musical chameleon Richard Swift, and recorded her debut album, What We Lose in the Fire We Gain in the Flood, a release that should find an encouraging reception under the hospitable wing of Nebraska-based Saddle Creek Records. Little in the scarce, affable output of her former project could have prepared us for the depths plunged here: a soul-purging, powerful statement of survival and self-assertion that stands head and shoulders above the current crop of navel-gazers populating today’s underground music scene.
Skipping between languid, torchy barn-stormers and mid-tempo, propulsive garage stompers, What We Lose in the Fire… spills forth with a reckless grace enviable in the way it tap-dances around expectations. There’s a genuine winsomeness, one abundant in past eras of pop music, that elevates the record’s aura of 1960s nostalgia from becoming sheer window dressing or shrewd sentimentality masquerading as veneration. Both Burhenn and Swift are well-versed in pop’s past, and both breathe such a love-lorn vitality into the songs. Although they, stylistically, read as love letters to the genres and sounds they know and love, each is stamped with an individual statement of purpose that helps buoy their success. Not only that, but these two, along with the myriad of support Burhenn culls from a similar-minded set of hired hands (Nate Walcott of Bright Eyes and Tom Hnatow of These United States to name a few), exude such a camaraderie and respect for each other’s sensibilities and inspirations that it practically spills over between all of the joyful expulsions set out here. Richard Swift’s agile musicianship helps harness together the emotions Burhenn seeks to employ in her songs. His strangled falsetto solders an ethereal glow around her deep, throaty swoon of a voice, creating an off-kilter and disarming allure that feels oddly comforting in its effectiveness.
All of this would add up to merely a crackerjack of a mood record and a well-executed time piece, if it wasn’t for a strong set of tunes, which Burhenn thankfully supplies in spades. What We Lose in the Fire… kicks the door open with the semi-title track, a soulful, swelling number that gradually builds in intensity before blowing open with an exalting vocal performance. The album may switch up its pace to catch its breath, but it rarely if ever reins in the presence of its creator’s impassioned delivery or turns of phrase. The first single, “Numbers Don’t Lie”, revels in its dusty, rolling hook. “Let the Record Go”‘s pounding rhythms allow for a sense of drama to infuse the more languid, piano-seamed moments. Burhenn warns “too much common sense will leave a bad taste in your mouth”, on the clanging, short but sweet “Wash It Out” before elegantly reassuring a lover, “you’ve got a good heart, it’s true” on the lovely, country-accented closer, “Good Heart,” all warbly, twangy open-hearted consolation and weepy, pedal steeled empathy. Each song derives from a similar source of introspective acceptance of loss. Yet they avoid the songs bleeding too much into each other, by implementing varying stages and angles of recovery, painting a multi-dimensional, well-rounded portrait of the sentiments explored.
With such a crowded, convoluted number of artists arriving on the indie scene—attached to an alarming amount of sub-genres and gasping with their heads just above water in hopes of being heard—it’s both exciting and comforting to find a talent as raw and solitary as Laura Burhenn’s. She may not inform the status quo as much as she offers respite for those seeking a unique take on pop music’s current trends. That’s for the better, as What We Lose in the Fire We Gain in the Flood feels like a record that will endure. With this impressive debut release, the Mynabirds not only announce themselves as 2010’s most promising newcomers, but bestow us with a pure, big-hearted document of strength and spirit that’s as affecting and enlivening as anything pop music’s past has given us.
Before Georgie James, Laura Burhenn (half of the former DC duo) had spent her early years crafting music on her own. So when Georgie James split, she went back to what she knew. She gathered her favorite books, records, and people around her and wrote what would become the first album from her new band, The Mynabirds.
"What We Lose in the Fire We Gain in the Flood" was recorded in the rugged hills of Oregon in the summer of 2009 with singer-songwriter/producer Richard Swift at the helm. Laura and Richard took turns at instruments until the record was fully orchestrated. When they finished recording each night, they'd polish off a bottle of whiskey and dance to records -- Dandy Livingstone, Buffy Sainte-Marie, James Brown -- until the sun came up. That energy really shows itself on The Mynabirds' debut album, particularly in "Let the Record Go" and "Numbers Don't Lie." Other songs, like "What We Gained in the Fire" and "Right Place," are more reflective, the lyrics following a Zen trajectory, echoing the sentiment of George Harrison's "All Things Must Pass."
The album features some notable guests. Besides Richard's Swifts contributions on backing vocals and nearly every instrument imaginable, Orenda Fink (Azure Ray, O+S) and musician/engineer/producer AJ Mogis (Criteria, Monsters of Folk, Tilly and the Wall) lent their voices; Tom Hnatow (These United States) played pedal steel; and Nate Walcott (Bright Eyes) arranged the horns that underscore The Mynabirds' tight, soul-soaked sound.
Having always wanted to make a record that sounded like Neil Young doing Motown, the discovery of the near mythical 60's R&B group, The Mynah Birds, featuring none other than Neil Young (and Rick James among others), seemed all too serendipitous. Thus, The Mynabirds found their namesake. The Mynabirds certainly summon that spirit, nodding to gospel and garage and making a sound all their own, with echoes of Dusty Springfield and Bobbie Gentry bleeding through the tape.
The Mynabirds' debut album will be released on April 27, 2010 on Saddle Creek. Until then, you can download a free song from Saddle Creek.
this is an album that feel comfortable, loose and spirited!