Bitter Tea [Vinyl]

The Fiery Furnaces | Format: Vinyl

Product Details

• Vinyl (October 31, 2006)
• Number of Discs: 1
• Label: Fat Possum Records
• ASIN: B000ION7FI
• In-Print Editions: Audio CD  |  MP3 Download
• Average Customer Review: 4.1 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (26 customer reviews)
• Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #261,980 in Music (See Top 100 in Music)

Track Listings

1. In My Little Thatched Hut

2. I'm in No Mood

3. Black-Hearted Boy

4. Bitter Tea

5. Teach Me Sweetheart

6. I'm Waiting To Know You

7. The Vietnamese Telephone Ministry

8. Oh Sweet Woods

9. Borneo

10. Police Sweater Blood Vow

11. Nevers

12. Benton Harbor Blues

13. Whistle Rhapsody

14. Nevers [Remix]

15. Benton Harbor Blues - Again

Customer Reviews

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21 of 22 people found the following review helpful:

5.0 out of 5 stars The Friedbergers Burrow Deeper into the Psyche Than Ever, May 19, 2006

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Zachary A. Hanson "Jazzpunk" (Tallahassee, FL United States) - See all my reviews
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This review is from: Bitter Tea (Dig) (Audio CD)

I've been trying to be "ready" to review this album; don't know if that adjective could ever apply to anything having to do with the Fiery Furnaces, so here it is. _Bitter Tea_ is another revelation from the Friedberger siblings & co. They return to the form they "honed" on _Blueberry Boat_, for a large part, while retaining some of the strategies of _Rehearsing My Choir_, specifically Matthew's extensive use of the tack piano, which gives the songs more of a vaudevilian feel than ever, which is especially entertaining when the chord progression sounds like something from a death metal song (you know, pulling off from an F to an E power chord, such as bands like Soundgarden, Ministry, Metallica are so fond of doing; imagine that on a parlor piano). It says on their website that they once more will be only guitar, drums, and bass on the road because the tack piano is way too much to lug around. It will certainly be a treat to hear the punkier versions of the songs on _Bitter Tea_ live (if indeed they come any where near your geographical area; keep your fingers crossed), as the FF's are great at interpreting themselves.

And that's what it seems they are all about, to a great extent: self-interpretation. The Friedberger's embark on little odysseys of their subconsciouses (and therefore ours). Where does this lyric come from?: "My mother in law was standing by the stove/ hissing like a snake, hissing like a snake,/ hissing like a snake./ She gave orders to spill my blood;/ she gave orders/ to spill my blood, I thought" ("Teach Me Sweetheart"). Well, I'm not sure EXACTLY what Eleanor could be getting at here. We are in the realm of psychoanalysis on so many of these songs, making a comparison that a person made of this band on another page apt (that the Friedbergers are the best thing since the French surrealist Andre Breton). This also takes the FF's far away from yielding the casual listener instant rewards. Both the music and the lyrics are exceedingly difficult (not to mention Matthew's intentionally annoying and cheesy sound effects). But if a listener digs in to the songs and lets herself be provoked by the material, there is perhaps no richer band out there these days (or perhaps, even, ever--I mean we're talking about these guys being in the league of Captain Beefheart and Zappa for major league depth psychology weirdness). It's almost like classic psychoanalysis: if the patient doesn't have the patience to sit through the talking cure for what seems like forever, she may as well not bother. If you want the next easy fix that the pop market offers, don't bother with the Fiery Furnaces.

Perhaps a good quarter of the lyrics are back-masked here. Some of the songs seemingly contain no stable tonic or key. There's even an extensive and thorough deconstruction of Michael Jackson's "Billie Jean" here ("Oh Sweet Woods"; the FF's layer some phased beat-boxing and dissonant classical guitar over the key vamp of "Billie Jean"). Some of Matthew's sonic excursions recall what others have called the excesses of '70's progressive bands like King Crimson and Yes. And, like these bands, Fiery Furnaces just might break through with a little commercial success (but don't hold your breath--no emo market pandering here). "Benton Harbor Blues" comes in two versions here: the difficult version with weird noises and sonic digressions taking you away from the major-key melody. (Major key? Yes, for once). Then there's the three-minute pop radio version of it at the end. Believe it or not, this latter version of the song wouldn't even sound all that out of place on your local Adult Contemporary station. (Shudder? Not really). With "Benton Harbor Blues" it seems the FF's are grabbing their legacy. Eleanor sounds somewhat sentimental and troubled like Karen Carpenter. (As she often does, actually: "As I try to fill all of my empty days,/ I stumble round on through my memory's maze:/ of all my past, only the sadness stays"). There are often nostalgic lines like this in FF songs, but they are hardly ever backed by this kind of mellow groove, as they are on the last version. Call 'em the experimental, postmodern version of the Carpenters, maybe. Think more along the lines of that song that Sonic Youth did where Kim Gordon plays Karen Carpenter in heaven on _Goo_ ("Tunic"). This album is all disembodied, ethereal, and unnerving like that, with some breaks into clarity and harmony for good measure. Just like your own psyche, you'll never stop trying to figure it out, if only you let yourself go into the scarier regions of it for good, long stretches of time.

14 of 15 people found the following review helpful:

5.0 out of 5 stars Music-hall madness, June 10, 2006

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E. A Solinas "ea_solinas" (MD USA) - See all my reviews
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This review is from: Bitter Tea (Dig) (Audio CD)

The Fiery Furnaces got a lot of flack for their last album, a concept album about their grandmother's life. So fans will be glad that in "Bitter Tea," the eccentric musical siblings go back to what they do best: Music-hall madness.

This album has a less organic feel than their previous work, suggesting that Matt and Eleanor Friedberger are seeing what they are capable of. But their music hasn't changed too much: bizarre dance melodies, oddball songs and psychedelic slashing all make this an intoxicatingly weird experience.

It starts off with one of their best songs: the "Little Thatched Hut," with its sinuous dance beat, joined in by piano and acoustic guitar. But it doesn't stay static -- I don't think the siblings could stay musically still that long. The song explodes suddenly into bursts of electronic swoosh, tribal beats, and what sounds like a keyboard being strangled.

This sound continues over several other, full of electronic fuzzling between energetic piano and mellow acoustic guitar. And they also harken back to the Furnaces' previous albums, with "Benton Harbor Blues" sounding like a charming B-Side from their second album, and "Teach Me Sweetheart" is a charmingly muddled (and kind of gruesome) love ballad. Lots of bloodthirsty relatives!

But the Fiery Furnaces try out some new sounds as well, as several songs are more electronic-based than their prior work. The title track is a real rock song, and it's pretty dense and psychedelic. Elaborate swooshes, explosions of synth and wacky little samples are all laid over a dancey melody that is as infectious as it is bizarre. Though it's less organic, it's recognizably a Furnaces song.

Even after five albums, the Fiery Furnaces still don't get the recognition they deserve. Not only are they prolific and talented, but they also evolve and experiment more than any other band I know of. Piano-rock? Check! Seaside rock opera? Check! Random singles better than anything on the radio? Check! Grandma-centric concept album? Check!

But no matter what they do, their music always sounds like an old quaint music-hall being invaded by a crazed circus. Don't worry, the piano and guitar are still here, along with weird unidentifiable noises and vocal beatboxing. But there's a heavier amount of keyboard and electronic elements, which don't add much to the music, but do make it sound even odder.

And the siblings also produce the weirdest lyrics imaginable. Only these two could devote a song to defiantly leaving your hair uncombed. But Eleanor gamely explores loneliness, hope for love, and word games ("Knew Nevers? Nothing never I'll ever learnt!"). May they never get more commercial, and leave behind their songs about bitter tea, banyan trees, and crazy cranes in love.

The Fiery Furnaces add some keyboard bubbles to their glorious oddball pop, and "Bitter Tea" ends up being bittersweet. Thankfully, they are back on top of their game.

10 of 10 people found the following review helpful:

4.0 out of 5 stars Far out!!!, April 20, 2006

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rubbersoul (Salt Lake City, UT) - See all my reviews

This review is from: Bitter Tea (Dig) (Audio CD)

Now that many of the leading 'indie' bands have decided to take four or five years in between albums (ie The Flaming Lips, Built to Spill, Modest Mouse, Radiohead, etc.), thankfully we have the Furnaces here to provide us with their sonic explorations every six months or so. After the challenging 'Rehearsing My Choir' many fans are probably expecting a return to accessibility from the Friedbergers (something along the flavor of EP or Gallowsbird's). Well, if you mean accessibility as a return to song structure as opposed to narrative format from the 'grandmother' album then... sure, okay. But Bitter Tea is FAR from accessible. This is one strange album that is overflowing with abstract themes and ideas. Think Blueberry Boat was weird? Check this one out and your definition of strange may be refined. This album will likely annoy and detract many of the people who thought 'Choir' was over the top. However, for those who enjoy some of the stranger things in life, this is right up your alley. Each one of the 13 tracks shines with individuality and a creativeness that has been lacking in the music industry for some time now. There are hooks galore in this album, albeit buried under the weirdness that may only surface after the tenth or so listen. Not recommended for the casual listener... But anybody who is as obsessed with Eleanor and Matthew as I am, this record is absolutely essential.