Seventh Tree

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After spending years on the dancefloor with Black Cherry and Supernature, Goldfrapp take a breather with Seventh Tree. Their interests were always too diverse and their musical talents too accomplished to become shackled down churning out electro-disco dance numbers - despite what their record company might prefer. I've only recently discovered Goldfrapp and what I'm continually amazed by is their ability to make music I initially don't like and then it grows on me. If Supernature was the slightly hardcore night before, then Seventh Tree is the post-coital, pre-shower (late) morning after.

The duo continues to strive for something fresh and exciting, and it is only fitting that they should venture into more sedate territory. It's a blissed out trippy LP of dreamy songs to listen to on the beach or floating on a boat down the river while smoking a doobie and watching the clouds in the sky drift by. A special edition of Seventh Tree was released on 3 November 2008, featuring new album artwork, photographs and a DVD. You can change your choices at any time by visiting Cookie preferences, as described in the Cookie notice.Set yourself free, remove the shackles that are holding you down and you can fly like a `Little Bird'. Over a perfectly balanced soundtrack of strings and guitars Alison mumbles something about large balloons being played with by clowns. It opens with its most opaque track, Clowns, a misty confection of gently picked acoustic guitar, strings audibly influenced by Nick Drake's Five Leaves Left, twittering birdsong and an almost completely incomprehensible vocal: "Only clowns apley wurgh doh bollergh," she sings, her voice equal parts Kate Bush and Liz Fraser.

This seems a bit much, given the legions of artists that have made Wicker Man-influenced psychedelic folk albums in recent years: walk into any new-folk club and you risk being deafened by the slap of twigs on Britt Ekland's bum. After the glorious synthpop plus of Supernature, Alison and Will continue to mine those spinal shivers with this emotive pastoral perfection.

Not only did I pay this one used for 5 dollars, but it also came in a beautiful mini box digipack set. Seventh Tree became Goldfrapp's second release to chart on the Billboard 200 in the United States, [27] where it debuted at number 48 with first-week sales of 15,000 copies.

This ambience is often so subtle and slow-moving it doesn't seem to go anywhere, and it coasts on some frothy sense of pleasantness that evaporates the moment the song ends. Not many of us could spend the best part of two years perving around to retro-futuristic electro kink-pop with horseheads in killer heels. They don't come much more well-worn than pilfering the slippery funk and cinematic strings of Serge Gainsbourg's Melody Nelson, yet Cologne Cerrone Houdini is a delight: a slow, sensual drift of a song, further enlivened by Goldfrapp's intriguing decision to sink zer verses in a Cherman accent. But she's not assertive or seductive or mysterious here; what she's offering is the kind of mannered, chirpy delicacy you could get from any number of indie-folk and adult contemporary artists piped through off-brand coffeehouses everywhere. It would put me in the mood of what nature setting I reside in and make life around me more magical.Seventh Tree' was the fourth album by English duo Goldfrapp and was a move away from the glitterball disco-pop they had peddled previously. It rather shocks me how many malignant reviews people give this album compared to the duo's three previous CD's before. That's assuming you can understand Goldfrapp's lyrics in the first place, since she mumbles incoherently and is muffled under a swampy mix through half the record, which only highlights the feeling of sleepy halfheartedness. So how could a group that's already established success with slow, lush ballads-- think 2000's "Pilots", 2003's "Forever", or 2005's "You Never Know"-- release an album filled with a whole bunch of uncompelling attempts at them? The album artwork depicted Goldfrapp dressed as a clown and hugging a tree, as well as Gregory dressed as an owl.

The far-out kicks in on the poptastic Caravan Girl, which is a bit like running naked through a cosmic soup, and the fluttering mellotrons of Little Bird show up the likes of Oasis' ham-fisted attempts at psychedelia. Some of the tracks launch themselves into hippy psychedelia and here and there it sounds like some of the instruments are being looped backwards ( "Little Bird" ). The year of 1977 was tough for Gryphon, a medievally inclined prog rock band heavy on the crumhorn and the hey-nonny-no. an album as hummably lovely as it is knowingly referencing of a certain tradition of neo-psychedelic English whimsy. Avoiding the glammy dance-pop of the duo's previous two albums is a bit of a risk, since Goldfrapp could probably make endless variations on Ooh La La and still have plenty of fans.

At Metacritic, which assigns a normalised rating out of 100 to reviews from mainstream publications, the album received an average score of 78, based on 32 reviews.