If Bjork rules the Icelandic dance halls and roams the bear-infested forests, then mùm plays its magic across the cosmic countryside, where fairy wings resound with digital flickers and pastoral portraits reflect the beat of technology.
These sounds, at once discordant and pleasant, are caught by mùm on Go Go Smear The Poison Ivy, and melded into lush, weightless hooks that emerge and bob across frost-bitten fields. The multi-part melodies bubble just near the surface, bursting with sprite-like intimacy, other times exploding into a carnivalesque menagerie. The words playfully audible, they never completely rise from the hollows, hidden beneath the light vibraphone and slowly sawing bass and electronic drum thuds.
This is the mystery that mùm has constructed with each of its albums; a pending euphoria cloaked in addictively menacing rhythms. There is magic in
Go Go Smear the Poison Ivy is now out on Fat Cat Records.