MRG Concerts and Calgary Folk Music Festival Present
Timber Timbre with guests
Wednesday, May 3 at Commonwealth Bar & Stage
Tickets on sale Thursday, January 19
18+
TIMBER TIMBRE
Timber Timbre traces a shadowed path, using cues of the past to fuse the sound of a distant, haunted now. On Sincerely, Future Pollution, Timber Timbre coats the pacific clime of Hot Dreams in an oil-black rainbow of municipal grime. It is the cinema of a dizzying dystopia, awoken by the harsh reality of science fiction in
this bluntly nonfictional time. “Sewer Blues” leaks up like a supernova from the underbelly of urban decay. Through ironclad grooves, spectral melody, and cavernous delay, Taylor Kirk reckons with the current surface confusion – up where excess and enmity thrive, wrapped in the tangled web of our hyper-dis/connected lives.
Timber Timbre’s fourth record gleams with highlighter clarity through the light-emitting distortion of night. Taylor Kirk calls Sincerely, Future Pollution the band’s “most complicated” and thus “most focused” work to date. Puzzled together with co-composers Simon Trottier & Mathieu Charbonneau and drummer Olivier
Fairfield at La Frette chateau outside Paris, the veteran Timber Timbre cast tunneled through the studio’s array of archaic equipment to hew this vivid and murky sound. Fascinated by the still-neoteric/taboo palette of consumer-era synthesizers, Timber Timbre articulates a romance of primitive machines and futuristic colours. Indulging the band’s alleged “decade drift” – from
Timber Timbre’s 50s doo-wop, to Creep On Creepin’ On’s oblique 60s folk, and Hot Dreams 70s caprice – Sincerely, Future Pollution polishes the plastic avarice of the 1980s with our two-thousand seventeen predilection to regurgitate and idolize. Wresting sincerity from abstraction, Kirk submits to the cycle of self-obsession. Sincerely, Future Pollution is Timber Timbre’s document of this generation’s degeneration and disarray. With Kirk as narrator, this time a party to the play, we get caught together in the folly of the echo chamber, dazzled by the contrast of this
gothic modern age:
Order of the underground / As the sewer runs clear / Stretch your skin in front of me / Undo every other year
