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This Is The Sound Of The Winter Journey

by The Winter Journey

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1.
Malachi my messenger every question has an answer if you can't feel the refiner’s fire is it hard for you? Malachi my messenger i've wandered for ever and never got started on the things that i meant to do... When i make those jewels i swear the windows of heaven won't change me I'm sure that I'll step through and be not consumed. Malachi my messenger be like gold and silver will a man rob God of every use for his want of proof? The messenger arrives too late to be of any use.
2.
First took flight beneath Kill Devil Hills opened eyes those first film stills. What I'd give to feel and be there, strip the years, the words away to a thing of simple pleasure, how we changed the world today. Rock the winds beneath Kill Devil Hills leave your things believe you will. What I'd give to feel it lifting, strip the life on earth away for a moment make the future, how we changed the world today. Took our machine to Kill Devil Hills, flew to the stars flew to the films. What I'd give to keep that moment, wonder in a wooden frame, before the routines take over; how we changed the world today. Ask yourself in tones of wonder, have I changed the world today?
3.
The protest of hotels with doors that open outward: you know this, the hotels will fill the rooms with doubters. And cameras they follow us, waltzing silently above our heads recording our behaviour in case we should forget. Alone is a hotel that promised you the shelter, you wander and know well I'll never reach you in there. The rhythm of your speech catches me and I can't turn away: the stillness of your body makes me realise what you are trying to say. You heard me, it opens: out comes something else hanging on your sleeve a notice waiting for the train of the bereaved, I lost my soul or it lost me, bless my soul, I lost my soul or it lost me. And cameras they follow us hoping for the smallest real insight: how must it feel to march in rhythm & stillness into the night?
4.
Saints 01:53
When the saints go marching in and when the band begins to play I want to be in that number
5.
Clean Kick 03:15
She goes to the window got her life worked out and says I wonder what I'm going to fall for now; the kind of thing that happens every day, and I need it. I can get into orbit I can go to the store she walks round the corner he falls from the fifth floor. I don’t know why it won’t go away, o I mean it. Read a story about a girl who was stuck up in glue got to the end and realised it was you: then I get the clean kick in my head and I’d love to be strong but I’d rather be dead. She was sleeping after poison he was wearing a ring; made a mark on her boy he didn’t feel anything; I'm kind of wasted now maybe I should stay I should leave it... it’s just out of season, she is down on the pier, and her beau leaves a note but she knows he never comes here. I really want to end a different way, o I mean it. It really depends on your particular side. She has nowhere to run to and no-one to side with. Clean kick comes and it burns out your eyes, I’d like to be your saviour but I’d rather die.
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Sovereign 02:38
Things get less painful the further you get from them; boy in the river is dreaming of Bethlehem, knows that it's summer; imagines the great lakes, changing the world in a body the wrong shape: sovereign. Hardly remember things not getting nearer, nowhere to move when you look in the mirror; you write about the people you're scared of becoming, imagine the rush hour with no engine running: sovereign. Lost in a bedroom with one tiny window, sit by it always watching the days go; in dreams you'll be running but never with action, imagines the future the camera's catching: sovereign.
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Kochel 04:49
I count these bars precisely / they mark out time inside me / a stave I follow to the grave / let numbers sing / I take this whole world with me / composed controlled completely / each piece in place, an ordered grace / let numbers sing / for harmony remains here / in each count of a new year / with months and days and seconds praise / the numbers sing / this life I gave to all things / and found my peace in counting / this measured sum / this work well done / let numbers sing / and numbers sing
9.
She knows she knows this useless breathing this useless breathing and cut out below a lack of trust in the muscles leaves dust: I have lost the road. And I was conversated: “don’t you think the stars are over-rated?” not beautiful and barely mated, half made, half wasted, not here, not there: I know I have lost the road. Slips his wrists around the fists you make when you have lost control I promised no, I know. Stop words can’t make the gap between here and there or her and leaving in the shift of early evening I promise anything my compass dances badly, stop words slow: I know I have lost the road. She knows she knows and they will see me for my useless breathing. Let the gap be closed. I swallow once, twice, you can’t believe I'm fully grown. Not here, not there: I know I know I have lost the road. And I know full well that I have lost the road.
10.
Spring Song 03:17
Because I shouldn't ask because I can't play jazz because my fingers ache because I make mistakes because I'm out of time because I know your spine because spring is haunting me again to change my tune but I can't change it. Because the sky's too bright because i waste the nights because i justify because my life slips by because there's nothing left because I faked my death because spring is haunting me again to change my tune but I can’t change it: I will play the songs that got me this far and no further.
11.
Ready-Mades 04:50
The clouds arrive at ten to five, they block the sun. It seems a shame to think of rain with work well done. A drink to ease the miseries of scores of days. Each rolling stone goes tumbling home to ready-mades. Through the bridges and the tunnels, to the homes they make the sun will hide from them the scores of days. For the promise of another, and a better, life to offer: what they're owed will be repaid. The people in the streets below, all making ready-mades.

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The Winter Journey are Anthony Braithwaite and Suzy Mangion, a gentle duo out of place in North West England who create gorgeous music in their drawing room as if it were only yesterday. Their debut album, This Is The Sound of The Winter Journey, originally released in 2008, is a perfect eleven songs of vintage warmth and homely welcome that could only be made from a collection of music recorded by hand on birthdays, Christmases and other days of rest.

Musically we get drawn through their land of pastoral finger picked guitar, village hall harmonies, magical zither minimalism and even a touch of tap dancing. Lyrically we’re invited to a meeting of philosophical minds and personal metaphysical ruminations that inspire a deeper understanding of the world that we’ve perhaps forgotten.

Anthony has written all of the songs and wears his influences with pride – McCartney melodies, Serge Gainsbourg, Elliot Smith ballads, Beach Boy harmonies, The Carter Family, even a little Krautrock – all with a friendly intelligence. He’s even been described as the Stephen Fry of folk music.

Both Suzy and Anthony were previously in the band George who released acclaimed albums on Pickled Egg Records. Suzy releases records under her own name and has sung on records by Ghostwriter, Piano Magic, Arbol, and Big Eyes Family Players. This album was previously released in 2008 by Timbreland Recordings as a limited edition CD.

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"The Winter Journey are a husband and wife combo - okay no big deal you might say and we'd agree - but then both Suzy and Anthony were members of George, an ensemble forever acclaimed by the critics and yet strangely found wanting when it came to the affections of the greater public at large. Wonderfully tender fire side gems feature here - a rich tapestry of classically drilled Brit folk, gently tingling and cut through with a melodically astute becalming exquisite stateliness - Rhythm and Stillness' providing for a spellbinding treat, uncoiling to assume a measured though romantically swept stature. The 'Rubber Soul' era Beatles-esque lilt of 'Malachi My Messenger' within its rustically hued drifting spectral grace harnesses the same sweetly honed silky outer worldly resonance as was once much a feature of George Harrison though the best of the set is the introspectively bruised and crushed 'Spring Song' which should see tears aplenty each time you manage to muster the fortitude for another sly peak." LOSING TODAY

"The Winter Journey's debut album comes adorned with the message that it was 'carefully hand-made at weekends, festivals and holidays' – was there ever a more beautiful sentiment with which to open an album? It's one that you can genuinely believe too. If 'This Is The Sound Of…' were an item of clothing, rather than an album, it would be a cosy woolly jumper knitted in a snug corner of a wind-swept crofter's cottage. It's all just so lovely. Crafted with tenderness and pride, it is an album of gentle joy that comes laden with tiny pieces of beauty, unusual gifts of zither meanderings and finger picked guitar, and no end of unexpected treats. Yet, the real power of Anthony Braithwaite and Suzy Mangion's work comes not in the instrumentation or the calm interplay between their vocals, but in the strength of the songwriting that underpins it all. Be it in the rolling, racing sparkle of 'Clean Kick', the delectable reel of 'Turning Circle', the brooding heart of 'Kill Devil Hills' or even the curious rewiring of the much-loved spiritual 'When The Saints Go Marching In', here simply called 'Saints', the solid bedrock on which the pair build their ethereal delights is just weighty enough to ensure that the beauty is memorable, rather than fleeting. Delightful and delicious, it is an album so heart-warming, it almost makes you weep – and that is as beautiful a reaction as the sentiment it conveys deserves." BBC INTRODUCING

"Husband and wife duo Suzy Mangion and Anthony Braithwaite make a fine contribution to the movement, sounding thoroughly accomplished in their appropriation of vintage folk songwriting and run down acoustic balladry. 'Malachi My Messenger' opens up the album like a rickety combination of Simon & Garfunkel and Peter, Paul & Mary - perhaps with a smidgeon of Elliott Smith thrown in there for good measure. The writing's of a very high standard, with highpoints like the melody of 'Sovereign' and the Sufjan Stevens-like harmonies of 'Ready-Mades' instantly engraving themselves onto your memory, and as simple as these spare, acoustic arrangements may be, the intimate delivery and fine instrumental skill on show make for a thoroughly enjoyable listen. " BOOMKAT

"A duo - Anthony and Suzy who in another musical life were the quietly arresting George whose infrequent appearances on the Pickled Egg and Lejos Discos imprints were things of impeccable bruised beauty. These days the sounds are tenderly stripped, subtly radiant, aching with a broken faded romance that’s coded with a distinctly exquisite turn of melodic phrasing that all at once recalls a subdued George Harrison and an introspective Brian Wilson, these feint surrendering honeycombs will strip and woo you to the core though admittedly we are still much humbled by the ever so hurting and homely ’Spring Song’ - peerless in a word."
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released February 21, 2024

THE MAKING OF THIS RECORD
All the songs & words here were written by Anthony Braithwaite, copyright 2008, except "Saints", of course. The songs were recorded at home, in the past, in Chorlton-cum-Hardy, into microphones, during festivals, holidays & days of rest by Suzy Mangion. All singing, instruments, dancing and pre-school percussion on this record was performed by Anthony Braithwaite & Suzy Mangion. The mastering of this long-playing-record for your listening pleasure was expertly executed by Peter Philipson at Pollen Road Studios.

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Anthony Braithwaite & Suzy Mangion, a husband & wife out of place in Manchester, UK creating gentle music in their drawing room as if it were yesterday. Songs of vintage warmth & homely welcome, recorded on birthdays, Christmases & days of rest. A land of pastoral finger picked guitar, village hall harmonies, zither minimalism, & tap dancing. A personal rumination on a world perhaps forgotten. ... more

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