It’s a strange thing, how often a peaceful, calm surface can suggest a deep anxiety bubbling menacingly just underneath. Wednesday, the new album from Kawartha Highlands musician Marc Yepsen, is forever bobbing just above and below these waters.
An independent recording with a warmly fuzzy sound, it’s a wash of alternatingly soft and harsh acoustic and electronic textures, an obsessively engineered melange of piano, jazzy guitar, quietly insistent drums, and atmospheric synths, all looping back on themselves, fading in and out, and sometimes played in reverse, to pleasingly disorienting effect. Yepsen’s surreal, poetic, and occasionally inscrutable lyrics, whispered and moaned and sometimes seemingly drowning in his sonic landscape, only add to the dreamy atmosphere of the album.
While occasionally simply sunny and pleasant, for the most part it’s an album that lulls you to sleep, and then brings out all the strange things lurking in the nether regions of your subconscious.
All images courtesy the artist.